Pilgrims Prayer... Poem by Geoff Warden

Strangest of days a light passes by,
while locked within chambers room,
quite still voices enter cranial passage,
envisioning the days commencing soon.

The to and fro of peoples pass,
the remembrance of pilgrims prayer,
words handed like candy from a glass,
yet the quietness of one with Golden flare.

Tis thine day to recall glowing' pumpkin,
and mash between flakes of pastries Dow,
the bird of pray, a fowl hearted soul,
and it's adornment set in a row.

Strange is thine day, thankful I shall be,
for blessing so trivial to most
for deep in thine heart i cherish, ,
the presence of a Holiest Host.