Find Me A Home Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

This is the way,
This is the dream,
This is the path,
This is the poem,
This is the earthen clay!
And like the large image in your room;
But try to find me a home to lay my head.

Wind, mind, find, kind, bind, blind, grind, rind, hind;
The head of fine gold!
But, she was promoted to the next level;
Song, long, among, along, wrong, pong, prong, prolong, bong!
Breasts of silver;
And, with the stomach of bronze.