Beginning in mid-January was started an expedition

Which was filled with much mastery amidst erudition

A journey which took one on a quite spectacular flight

Filled with the yearning and passion of love's might



At the end of which had been written a tome of 52 Sonnets

Just six short weeks later - there was so much on it

They had to be spread double-columned over 80 pages

For some were so long - proof-reading them took ages



And then they were submitted in turn to several sites

Amongst them - Copernicus and a university called CSU State

So to be considered for grants of some really big money

Which, if won - could lead to a land of milk and honey



For guarantee of publication is what the awards offered

If only the literary quality was deemed to be proper

So send two manuscripts in, I did, in good faith and trust

With great hope there would be people out there who'd just



Read them with the proper understanding intended at outset

And not be chagrined to find anything askew with malcontent

But now we look back on this work and do see some similarity

With the 80 poems which have now been attached to this tree



And although none of these have been penned in sonnet style

Very few have missed their points by anything past a mile

And realization of a compilation needed is hereby required

So we can make more sense out of this greater work inspired



By wanderings along and through like corridors of the mind

Which is so filled with words and images it's tough to find

Focus - when one cruises the Net, or the World Wide Web

That sometimes we just give up, and let them flow and ebb



And turn instead to images of well-written rhyming verse

For even though sometimes it's sad and seems rehearsed

The beauty is - most of it is impromptu, and written 

Within minutes of the times it's posted - thus smitten



With the strains of spontaneous response which instills

Strong feelings of "Being There" with some other thrils

Including the joy of interacting with other fine writers

Who take things as seriously as we do when we write this.



- Tristram