Beanstalk Poem by Killian Brooks

In the distance
A ladder calls to me
One hand reaches to take opritunity's saintly palms
And one to take mine own

Don't meet time as
a slave to the nine-tailed cat
Take instead thy time to time
Rejoicing in the merits of the climb

And who's success redeems my bleaker thoughts
Preventing grayer dreams from consuming
All of me in life

Nether sooner hide thyself from the
Mockingbirds beak
Dear worm, thou art more than the sum -
no sooner rush as such a fool
Afore a hold is held
Past the sky's limit gates