Thursday, August 30, 2007

Looking for the House of Gingerbread

We scattered breadcrumbs along the path
For miles and miles

until we forgot where

we’d come from
or where

we were going.

Crossing the wooden planks
of a mossy bridge,
our feet made the hollow sound
of no ground below,

you held my hand
and said

'Be careful not
to slip my dear,
It’s a long way down

And we've wasted our bread
on the birds.

- Froggymama

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