Sorry for posting twice in one day, but I just remembered that I hadn’t done my poetry assignment: Practicing some assonance:

Sometimes my mind wants to wander,
to a cozy B & B.
Have a chat with Lew-Ellyn,
hear more of her stories,
and find out what God’s like
in Maine.

Sometimes my mind wants to wander down south,
to Moncks Corner, SC.
Discuss deep things of God
with my new friend a.g.
If they had coffee shops there
where he might dare, to recite rather boldly.

Sometimes my mind wants to wander,
to Sarah’s church in Ohio.
I’d sit and listen,
so much to learn and discern.
Then back to her house,
we’d knead prayers into bread.