Hansel Tossing Crumbs Poem by Susan Lacovara

Hansel, tossing crumbs
To find his way back
From the darkened forest
Where sweets and treats were plenty
He made certain to rewind his steps
Threaded between gnarly trees
Thick invading vines
Woven tight the peering eyes
Of crows and ravens watching

Hansel, brave beneath his boyish skin
With hero heart, into the winding night
The soil, foreign but enticing
Where none should journey after dark
He knew his return would be best
If he true remembered where he came from
And all which tempted his veering path
Would long be forgotten when once back home