Aye, I see for me a new land in which to try this tender hand;
At writing my piece for others to see and hear what they say,
whatever it be.
This is to you, my unknown friend that you look upon my works again;
For I assure this is not by best; but just wait till this hand be blest
By the Muse that has settled so snug, and left me without its needed
lug.
But by these simple trials displayed, and if my courage remains unswayed
By my mediocre tries and the lack of uplifting lies
My ability to tame these words will be like a shepherd and his herds
That I may hopefully be someday a master of poems and words array!