Ode to the Stacks
In 201 this morning we were passing around these sad old books that Losee had picked out to illustrate some points on observing unreactive evidence (or something). Savaged by time,I felt sad for the little buggers, so I wrote this little diddy..

Ode to the Stacks

To walk the stacks the hand will trail
The tracks and slats of old and frail.
A book, a tome, a worn pamphlet,
Stained by time and stripped of jacket.
The new, the old, the tried and bold
All find a home in collection’s fold.
Who else will guard your author’s care?
Who else will stand throughout the years?
They line the shelves, await inspection,
But will seldom garner much attention.
For as time passes, and they lose their meaning.
The march of knowledge will leave them dreaming
Of fresh bound days, of bright-minted futures.
When eyes were bright, and days were new.
Here in the stacks they await their use.
And find their end in silence.

If you have Win2000 or better go to Start->Accessories->Accessibility->Narrator
cut and paste the above into Notepad and let her rip.. Listening to Sam read this thing cracks me up no end!