Author Anonymous As I was walking in a field of wheat, I picked up something good to eat; Neither fish, flesh, fowl, nor bone, I kept it till it ran alone. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 3 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments