Untitled: An Old Poem

[Steamboat Ricky]

Pack up your bags
It's time to go
We'll chase your dreams
Where the valley gleams
And leave behind the snow

It's a long trip
One we can make
Though the roads are poor
Please trust me more
Though there's much at stake

The breeze on your face
Is surely real
We've just arrived
We have survived
Hold out your hand and feel

Here it sits, so beautiful
The Canyon down below
Your gift, my dear
I brought you here
Here is Arizona, with a bow

 

[Derf]

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[Steamboat Ricky]

Derf, that's an awful poem.

 

[Dark Blaze]

Derf, that was random.

Nice poem though Ricky.

 

[Steamboat Ricky]

I wrote when I was seeing this girl who had a lot of baggage from her dad. It's hard to remember, but I'm fairly certain the situation was that she always had wanted to go to Arizona, but her dad never took her there. Thus, it was an expression of my care for her.


Yeah, Ricky has a soft side.