Some Long While
There was once a while that was long
winding up down and around
in which the Widow who wove wily
wondering words into spoken songs
found she wasn’t quite setting them down
for reasons that pushed into seasons
and hurdles high or curdled
so she finally whipped out her versery
book and 0.5 mm pentel pencil
despite it all
to scratch out these few lines
to note that this road she is on
is some full of bumps and windy
the woods some deep and brambly
the way some steep and rather stretchy
but there are beauteous views
and pleasingly cool pauses
on the way up down around
so she and you
must step on through
one steady foot
at a time
and ever so patiently