Yesterday, I told you about my childhood friends, Nelson and Doris, and I linked you to a photo and poem that Doris was honoured to have published online. Of course, I became greedy and requested that she send me a photo-poem to specifically publish on my blog. She complied promptly by sending me "When I Was Small", and the photo of a small damsel fly.
In her own words: Not having moved away from the area I grew up in, I have the opportunity to practically retrace my childhood wanderings. Although much has changed and once untouched fields are now parking lots and shopping malls, I still can find grassy areas where I walked as a child. One time while walking, I came to wonder whether the thoughts I have now (forty some odd years later) are any wiser than those I had as a child. It is with that in mind that I wrote the poem.
Thank you Doris.
WHEN I WAS SMALL
When I was small and just a child
I wandered 'long these grassy trails -
Observed the milkweed and mullein
And saw life's tiniest details.
It seemed that then the plants and I
Were almost equal in our size -
And this afforded me a view
Of monarch eggs and damsel flies.
And now so many years have passed
Since once I wandered through this grass.
My height is more a hindrance now
And eyes - less keen - preclude the sight
Of all the tiny precious life
That once provided great delight.
When eyes and mind are of a child,
They are more kindly blessed
Than present eyes - set high but dulled -
And mind worn down by stress.
Have years made wise the thoughts that pass
As now I wander through this grass?
Can not as deep a truth be known
From contemplation of a stone
At a mountain's base
Than from ascending t'wards the sky
To such exalted view on high
Of grandeur and of space?