It was a very exciting night, I couldn't let it roll on by without a poetic verse...

President-Elect Obama...

President elect Obama has come far enough from where

none has come before, we wanted very much to touch

him but could not, many of us feared we did not know him,

but wanted to, we feared his blackened face and hands

would weaken us, and his arrogant wooly hair barked orders at the tree

of many tomorrows, moon, moon, when you shine, illuminate his

shadow for there is a remote chance some of us will turn into

wild beasts, not equally impressed and comforted by a servant

lord bearer of black lightning, intellect and lust, his questionable past

gnawing at our souls, we can, yes, we can sleep

sleep soundly now, for the clay rumbling in his chest,

will cool his blood during the day, and at night he will

fall asleep tired while his wife whispers into his mouth

the many names of our Lord.

                         This is one of my own clay sculptures.

                         From this to President, his long journey -

                         his destination becoming our future.