STAGGERING AHEAD UPHILL
Squeaky, squashy, mishy, mashy, we go
grabbing that one, pushing this one
Sometimes whiney, sometimes finey, Bro;
Do we take this here crookelly road
appearing to wander all shadey to the right?
Or do we take leftelly path bumpy like Toad?
Then old benty shepherd raised his Crookeye
wavering and weavering overhead
Then and there stilling in glare therebye.
Ol’ Crookeye doth set mind straight ahead
Finding more light just over ridge up yonder
Telling we needs stumbly bumbly up to bed.
We seeking light needs stagger uphill
We seeking light needs crawl straight ahead
We seeking right no turns for thrill.
So pushing, leaning, clutching, keening
all friends in critterly, unfolkly quest
turn not to right or left only up for meaning
For guiding Crookeye doth a glint, a spark
peekeling out from rock and twig and thorn
high on the crest to draw all folk out of dark
Note: For learning of Crookeye, refer to December Posts during the time of advent