Little Followed
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009
The last that we mentioned
When little was around
How large comprehension
The bigger did astound
The first in attention
When giants did not sleep
Nor did we so detend them
Or attend to our beliefs
In disdain was our withered
Consciousness at fall
But thought the past we slithered
Resting not at all
Setting out on our planned adventure
Venturing far, far away
From the rapids we had planned
Or the malice, of that day