The Blog For 100 Days

There are strange things here in the WordPress sphereBy bloggers who chase some praise;Where the half‑done drafts leave a mind half‑daft And the nights stretch into days;The laptop's glow has shown odd shows,But the oddest it ever displaysWas the night by the glare of a screen laid bareWhen I blogged for one-hundred days. Now Mike, not Mitch, was writing a post with a fire that only he knows;Why he fixed his aim on a hundred days is a thing that God only knows;And he carried that vow like a pack on his back through many highs and lows;For he swore he would write come day or night, no matter how rough it goes. Mike had to write words tonight. No picture alone on this day,He'd already sneaked in this week, a pic of the game at Fenway.Perhaps more posts of the wedding and all of that fun stuff,It had filled his nights with laughter and light, but sixteen felt more than enough. He had wandered west for a much needed rest in the California sun,A week with Gary, a week with Jim, before the…