Because the next two weeks are looking really busy with the end of the semester looming in addition to the busy-ness which goes with planning and setting up an experiment, it's going to be light blogging for the next few weeks. Here is the re-post of a poem I wrote during my second year of graduate school. Back then, it was the stress of cores and not knowing if I would qualify for candidacy, plus teaching and research. Now it's just teaching and research, but I'm still too busy to just sit and write.
Sir George, great knight so fearless,
The dragon has come, beast most ferocious!
He'll devour this morn another poor maiden,
Yet none will stand forth and face him.
Knight so gallant, yet your valiance is brash,
'Tis not your fight, this great fell foe.
Are these peasants worth your struggle,
Ungrateful knaves who taunt and torment you?
'Face not the worm, for you he'll surely slay,
Sir knight, you will fail ere the dawn's end!'
How fair is the victim, so small a ransom,
What risk is she worth, your life or limb?
None would challenge your honor nor valor,
If you but retreated from death approaching.
Abandon the maiden, none will ever know,
Or forsake your own life, the dragon's feast.
His hide is thick and hardened armory steel,
His glistening teeth a thousand sharpened spears.
Your sword can't hack nor arrow penetrate him,
Your armor like paper will crumple in his mighty jaw.
He's distracted by the maiden's frantic cries,
It's not too late for your steed to fly, escape!
Still you chose to attack with faith and a sign,
Wood when sword and arrow were of little avail.
'Twas the beast's own insatiable lust for food,
Proved its weakness, what a strange downfall!
For its open mouth presented the vulnerable throat,
And neither tooth nor poison could slow your lance.
Your humble fortitude hath saved Silena's people,
Folly become valiance, the village's salvation!
Had you but been wiser to the world's advice,
We'd have one more dragon, and one fewer saint.