Many people are binded within these sheets,

Open the covers and you shall know all:

Their life journey, to each other, they meet.

This small young boy has long lived on the streets,

Raised himself not long after he could crawl.

Many people are binded within these sheets.

Disposition kind, a smile of sweet,

She worked hard on the farm, you may recall.

Their life journey, to each other, they meet.

 

Though he may have shiny spoons and fine seats,

His compassion could never be so tall.

Many people are binded within these sheets.

 

The right of words she writes: it shall repeat!

But she can’t escape the deep fertile walls.

Their life journey, to each other, they meet.

Only four of them, this poem completes,

But there is no more room to be installed.

Many people are binded within these sheets;
Their life journey, to each other, they meet.

4:00 PM Poem

Elizabeth Wingert

This poem is based off the characters of book I wrote.