I've realized that, no matter what topic you choose to write about or what country you inhabit, writing poetry is an incredibly brave act. So I wrote a poem. I’m sure the poem I'm about to share with you has been written before – either by a sad solitary peace corps worker, or a lonely soldier in some dugout somewhere craving the greatest creation to ever come from the United States besides the internet… I'm warning you - it's so bad that it's even more bad, but here it is anyway:
This week I've been working on a few poems inspired by different circumstances I've encountered while living here in Saint Cyr. I'm also working overtime on my French... Billy sent me a link to this site, which is a fun way to learn a new language: www.duolingo.com Check it out!
That's all for now. More later!