In a puddle left from last week’s rain,
a friend of mine whose name is Joe
caught a tadpole, and showed me where
its froggy legs were beginning to grow.
Then we turned over a musty log,
with lichens on it in a row,
and found some fiddleheads of ferns
uncoiling out of the moss below.
We hunted around and saw the first
Jack-in-the-pulpits beginning to show,
and even spotted under a rock
where spotted salamanders go.
I learned all this one morning from Joe,
but how much more there is to know!
a poem by Harry Behn
painting : Jack White Graphics
Copyright © 1962, 1966 from The Golden Hive, by Harry Behn
taken from Language And How To Use It by Scott, Foresman and Company, Glenview, Illinois
Copyright © 1969, 1973 by by Scott, Foresman and Company
All Rights Reserved.