breadcrumbs

Breadcrumbs
6-6-13

Purchasing our bread of two hundred pennyworth
To scatter for the geese
Upon the surface of the earth
By the memories of when I went there
In a time when I grew long my hair
Hoping one day to look that way again
But in the meantime
I ask God's blessing upon this pen
Wherein at the chime of eleven
I have filled this page
With what I had to say about it....




Filled
6-6-13

Of ranks of one hundred and fifty
They sit down together to speak a word of grace seen as nifty
Where five thousand are fed with much left over
To be something beautiful to see by another minstrel and rover
Of ranks of one hundred and some of fifty
They all had much in common
Sitting upon greener grasses
Due to the tests and trials
That another poet and scholar passes...