Stepping into the city of Flowerbud, a lost soul I am.
Where do I go? How do I live? Who do I see?
I have no axe, no seed, no friend, no plan!
Just my dog and five cents of G
Until I see her, under the mystic light of the Harvest Moon where she stands.
Granting me my desires with her wisdom
Showing me the way of the village and the lands.
Helping me with every challenge as they come and I am but one
Across the lands of the Harvest Moon she flies
Sharing her know-how all around
Answering all the mysteries in everyones lives
Acting as a guiding light forever bound.
Seeking out every secret big and small
Which wine does Karen love? Which mine floor does the Mythic Ore lie? Wheres the last power berry?
Whenever were all baffled, she will answer the call.
Wild Grape, level 54, hidden in Pascals Ferry
My farm is now complete
Inside my mansion do my wife and child sing
My barns filled with cows, chickens, and sheep
All of this into my wonderful life did she bring
The Harvest Queen, Freya.












Comments
Thank you for writing this poem about our dear Freya. I luv her too and am also grateful for her tireless dedication to the game and to her fans. She has helped me out of many a jam, and has always answered my questions with integrity and grace.
Sincerely, ILuvHM
Yes, I wanted to do something for Freya after all the painstaking work she's done, and because she's been a good friend to me. I actually tried taking down an event for her and found it to be a very slow and tedious process... I couldn't do that like she does.
Well done.
8D Awesome use of imagery.
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I'm the thing that hides in your closet at night. >: D
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I'm the thing that hides in your closet at night. >: D
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