Bread Crumbs Shared By All Visiting Faces Poem by Terence George Craddock

words are like breadcrumbs
we throw out a few words
scattered to the wind or grass

daily to feed who will come birds

the starving snack more crumbs in survival needs
the well fed take their share with possessive rights
the grateful eat with appreciation in mind bellies

in time comes here the old familiar faces

also often passing stranger visiting faces
bread crumbs are shared by all visiting faces
some will return await tomorrow feedings

some never but we enjoy all flickering strangers

we wish birds
fly near far new wonders
in their flights


Copyright © Terence George Craddock