The day had arrived way back
How poetry started to stack
Figured it be in paperback
Here though, still I lack
When I came down to track
With wit my thoughts crack
Opening to side I show tack
Laying in a field the attack
Rays of hope to bring on pack
Show hopes if there be knack
Whatever help that I'd sack
Has to be best or no snack
Sure if forgotten a shack
Overgrowth foliage smack
Your sight over feedback
As hope to finally unpack
Don't want to ends up hack
Figuring more there to rack
Shuddering over hit of whack
