Sea Of Galilee Poem by Pierre Rausch

They saw his sign
To combine these rhyme
The oil mountain, a disciple of fountain
Everyone may have a little while in these eyes
Where shall be found the juice to these tries
John should carry out to any
But who are they among so many
Make these people sit down
On the grass in each and every town
And give loaves to thank
As much as they have to rank
Gather (up) the fragments remain
So nothing is lost aside/except /for pain
In the Sea of Galilee
So that Rome may show his pride
Walking one the Sea of Galilee
Are you lock to the key
Each loaf of each tree
In some Sea of Galilee