Friday, April 30, 2010

Something about lamplight in the twilight:
I don't know what, just something.
Maybe I really am a hobbit.
Country roads and green leaves and sleepy birds.
And lamplight.

Just something.

6 comments:

~im just only me~ said...

you are rather short... have you checked your feet?

William Michaelian said...

She speaks that way to you out of hobbit.... I happen to like this poem.

vazambam said...

I happen to like it too, even though I am not a hobbit out of habit, just short.

~im just only me~ said...

Hey! I hoppin to like it too! I'm just saying! There is a very good possibility that she is a hobbit. Either that or a satyr with a red scarf; I hear they have a particular fascination with lamp posts as well...

Woman in a Window said...

heh, these people here are foolishly in love with you, i think.

came by way of william's. you cast an inviting luminescence.

xo
erin

don't be emily said...

My three foolish friends. :) Where would I be without you. Much thanks to all of you for a good laugh and a bunch of complete nonsense. And Erin, thank you as well.