A Sonnet  A Sonnet 

 by Russet McMillan 

 Well, I've never been able to write poetry worth beans, but look what
crawled out of my head this morning (a couple hours _after_ my usual
bedtime, naturally). It gets labored in places, but really, I'm
ridiculously proud of myself. I just happened to notice that someone has
fourteen letters in his name . . . 

  Relying on yourself for all those years As if you had no one whom you
could trust You learned to scoff at hope and mock all tears, Make light of
love, and never own to fears Of death, or life itself; you think you must
Not show the truth, that underneath its rust Drums your true heart, which
honors and reveres Virtues you claim are worthless as the dust. Each time
you say such words, I see your face -- Concealing all, you think -- but in
your eyes Clear as the light of day, shines warmth, not cold. How could I
guess, when I came to this place, I'd meet a man so loyal, brave, and
wise, Or find a friend who's worth his weight in gold?	

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