I go to the fields
Of poetry today,
To glean whatever
Is found by the way.
A morsel here,
And a morsel there—
Enough to make
A meal to share.
I go to the fields
Of poetry today—
Humming and skipping
Along the way.
And with my basket
In my hand,
I’m ready to glean
Whatever I can.
Walterrean Salley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-go-to-the-fields-of-poetry-today/
