Along the deep roots of the world wide net,
One humble page, met to my gazing eye.
It threw no shadow, but a silhouette!
All happened but too quick, within July.
Light blue became my sudden mate in flash.
Those mighty arrows; that ticking time.
My honor was ready for a whiplash!
Then of a sudden; from the sky; A chime!
My life was filled with bread! With Shekels!
The saints of hope came down from heaven.
But conscious called. It is no "spreckels".
The whales here are few; just more than seven.
Thought maybe with the summers ending,
My pond of minnow fish will be ascending!
