The Field of Poetry

I go to the field
Of poetry today,
To glean whatever
Is found by the way.

A morsel here,
And a morsel there.
Enough to make
For a meal to share.

I go to the field
Of poetry today,
Humming and skipping
Along the way.

And with my basket
In my eager hand,
I’m ready to glean
Whatever I can.

(Revised 2/2016.)

© Walterrean Salley