Day Nine — Desperation Grows

The Beacon session directors

Held their spring team meeting

Intentionality came in

And change they were greeting.


This poem is just some doggerel

Composed upon a whim,

Trying to use Common Metre

It is really rather grim.


The tune “Amazing Grace” helps me

Stay in the boundaries

The rhymes are not so easily

Fudged on the fly at all.


It must be we are nine days in

on this great adventure

called NaPoWriMo — that great game

makes us all poets sure.


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