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