Friday, May 13


Five years of study
And eighteen before
Culminate in one night
And one afternoon of glore

Now I leave these walls
Lined with brick and book
In search of my dream
I know I'll find when I look

I move on, ambitious
You've taught me well
My teachers, my mentors
Now I navigate the seaside swell

Fiction is my realm
Yet real my tale
Story is our mirror
Of life behind the veil


  1. One afternoon of gore? Wow, what do they DO at OU graduations?? :-)

  2. Thanks, Grace. Ahem, I played with the word "glory."