To Deklitch: An Inaugeration Present

Some poems for Dek. I don't know how suitable they are for Santharia (in terms of form) so I did three; and as many as meet with approval can be kept. I hope that they're OK - if nothing else, it'll mean the Creative Writing Group meetings are not for nothing! (Titles not final; merely for current working)

Poem the First - A Description

How to describe in
A few words Deklitch
Hardin?
Well, to start with, Hardin
Is always ready to
Listen.
And to think and to ponder
What you mean to say
And wonder
At what marvels there
Are in this world;
Hair
Of a Packox or where
It might be found.
There?
But most of all I say
That Deklitch is
A
Person with a heart
That will never hesitate to
Start
The latest challenge; and
For that I shake
His hand
And hope that one
Day I will be like
Hardin.

Poem the Second - A Philosophy

Never give up; never give in
This is the mantra of Deklitch Hardin
Through storm and wind
Sleet and rain
He battles on, again and again.

He writes just like a man possessed
Of a spirit under duress
To write and write and untangle the mess
Of what happened in ages past

Live every day and write every word
Nurture each, like a little bird.
And verify each rumour that you've heard

Upon your soul, give of your best
And then, work done, your pen may rest

Now last of all and all of all: Work hard at it.

Poem the Third - A Thanking

It is said that once in ages past
Four great mages breathed their last
The truth of this we may never know
But some pointers there are that do still show.

Yet what can all of these avail
Buried in a time-forged hail
That covers each fact
And may never give them back?

Deklitch, we know, will answer; for he
Is the one to whom falls the victory
Of Eight Winds Bay; he can say
Better than anyone, yea or nay.

Better than this, however, he wrote it down
Now all you need is a pensive frown
To convince the librarian and so you
Can taste this wonderful, enlightening dew.

The knowledge of a man will pass and fade
The strength of a man fails with the blade
But the words on the page last beyond their years
For this recorded knowledge, we have no fears.

So lastly, we thank you, for making it clear
Just what may have happened that fateful year
And if ever you need someone still compos mentis
You know where to look; ask an apprentice!

So there they are; the three poems I wrote it a few minutes, redrafted once and posted here. I've been in Italy on a Classics trip while the "EVENT" happened, so I had no time to prepare a better gift. I hope they're acceptable.

Athviaro