Through these hallowed halls we stride <br />Lacking vibe to grace our step, <br />Fumble-footed, weary-eyed, <br />Where the bards of ages slept. <br />As we walk our steps increase <br />Till we jog or run or sprint, <br />Minds and hearts that never cease, <br />Spark as steel unto the flint. <br />Song and poetry abound <br />In these hallowed halls of mine: <br />Verse and couplet, sight and sound, <br />And the ever-present rhyme. <br />Through these hallowed halls we stride, <br />Where my mind doth e’er abide.<br /><br />Allison Rose<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hallowed-halls/
