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Since enough people have asked me to include a verse or two from the book, I figured I'd better comply. The offering below is from the book, No Rhyme or Reason; and the poem is titled, Head Down Into The Wind, which is emblematic of one of the themes found in the book.
 

Head Down Into the Wind

by: c.t. bradley

 

Burr headed youth bent intently to the wood,

Struggling to write as best as he could.

Scowls in frustration, tongue tip sticking out,

Concentration twisting his face all about.

Forging ever onward, through to the end,

Undaunted he charges, head down into the wind.

 

Wizened old maestro, bent by ages with’ring attack,

Seeking to enlighten, he illuminates but a crack.

Tries a hundred different ways to turn on the light,

His relentless attack, absorbed in starless night.

With a different approach, edification his end,

Undaunted he charges, head down into the wind.

 

He beats once again on Ignorance’s impenetrable door,

Having gone through this all ten thousand times before.

Each, one at a time, he tries his volume of keys,

Which one will it take to make the latch find release?

He knows, it’s a numbers game in order to win,

So he keeps on playing, head down into the wind.

 

‘Is the boy dense, is he dumb, is he thick, is he daft?

Like a magician I keep pulling tricks out of my hat.

I should drop kick him across the room on his head,

But I know it’s just hopeless, he’s thicker than lead.

‘Why do I struggle through this each day without end?’

Still, he perseveres, head down into the wind.

 

The minutes drag on in slow motion, it seems,

Head enfolded in hands, he just wants to scream.

The furrows in his forehead, minutely begin to erase,

The corners of his eyes crinkle, a cloud lifts from his face.

‘I’ve got it, cries the boy! Why it’s easy as sin.

I just had to keep at it, head down into the wind.’

 

 

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