I

Walk with me in wonderful halls

of glorious history and behold

the pictures of great men and women

eternalized upon these great walls.

Together we will dance and celebrate

tragedies great and victories small

and ponder philosophies of long dead heroes

over goblets of wine that will satiate

dry palates longing for the blood of the fruit of the vine.

Here we will dip our daily bread

musing over the life giving stuff

of bread that is flesh and blood that is wine.

Here our minds will be filled with glorious history

while our souls feed upon life and love’s greatest mystery.

Comments

[Dan_Lowe]

That is a large "one," not an "I." So as to indicate the first poem in a series.