In fear I stood at school one day, upon wrong end of hallowed hall;
My kindergarten butt was lost; I did not know my way at all!
When suddenly, before my eyes, as a dragon awoke from den,
A fourth-grade teacher roared at me, telescopic eyes to rend!
Oh God, to worship Thee with praise;
I, but a mere grape from hallowed vine;
May your gift of poetry, flow through me as Christian;
Likened to a sweet vintage wedding wine?
Tall skyscrapers, dingy streets,
Shoe-"souls" sounding, rhythmic beats;
Bumper traffic, taxi magicians,
Flashing neon, sidewalk traditions;