Chosen pew
Johnclarestokes
I too
grew between the pew
Hard wood, cushioned, splintered, soft
I knew them all
It was the start
Of a life in art
The bulletin becoming
My first canvas
I love the pew
The many sermon I sat
Through
Those beside,behind, upon
Under
Those who nudged me
They who held me
Knelt beside me
I shall see them all
When around the
Fathers pew we are
One day called.
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