Happy Larks 3rd Poem

I am about to leave camp in the thunder If lightning strikes me it will be a blunder My quills are bent, the ink well is dry This being my last poem, I know you won’t cry. No need to create a book jacket for my book People wouldn’t take the time to look, I’ll leave out the year it was printed People would skip over pages and be contented. Although writing provided me with a rewarding fulfillment My styles and skills were less than diligent, I shed some light for you to see Enjoy what you do and be happy like me. Thank you to those who read my books! You learn how to overcome adversities Conquering goals, becoming steadfast Enjoy the achievement to which you strived for