The Desk.

I shall leave you with this poem entitled "Sometimes I prefer internal rhyme (like when I woke up in the middle of the night last night and had to write this down), but I always like enjambment."

Can I reach you if I teach you
Of the beauty and my duty
To uphold this sacred hol-
Y place, or just save face
By saving you gents the embarassment
Of not knowing what is glowing
In these hills and in my will
To carry on and hike till dawn?
Release the pain within my brain,
And just tell me if you can see
The glory of my story.
Will my review serve as preview
Well enough so that the rough
And rocky trail here in my tale
Fills you with thoughts of what my mind has fought
For years? You can see these tears,
Yet while I weep, you dig us deep-
Er into this business and this nonsense.
While the world is downward spiking, upward I'll be hiking;
I'll be happy as I roam because I'm going home.

See y'all in three weeks.