POEM : DISCOVERY

DISCOVERY

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.