There was a child
went forth every day.
And the first object he looked upon,
that object he became,
and that object became a part of him for the day,
or a certain part of the day,
or for many years, or
stretching cycles of years.
The early lilacs became a part of this child,
and the grass
and white and red morning glories,
and white and red clover,
and the song of the phoebe-bird,
and the third month lambs,
and the sows pink-faint litter,
and the mare’s foul,
and the cow’s calf…
It makes you think…
will become a part of your child
that will last only today…
or stretch to cycles of years?