In The Cave Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
In The Cave
I looked inside the stony cave.
There was a tiny spec of light,
and there was movement at a depth.
So, urgent eyes lead curious minds,
I climbed inside to get acquainted.
Of all experiences to date
the sight was pepper for sore eyes.
It was the man I least expected,
they'd stoned him many years ago.
And, here he stood, in stony cave
and proudly says: 'I am Bojangle'.
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