A child's hand That I held <br />To show the world anew, <br />From the wonders that I've seen <br />To the beauties that I knew. <br />We walked a country path, <br />With wonders all around <br />And the child's grip grew much tighter, <br />With every sight and sound. <br />We saw the birds in the trees <br />We felt an April breeze, <br />As she came through the leaves <br />As though to greet, the child and me. <br />We then saw the April showers <br />Which cleansed the April flowers <br />And trees and grass we did see, <br />As they became our friends. <br />Then out came a rainbow <br />And out came a child's glow, <br />And then the questions, began to flow, <br />With the answers I'll never know. <br />With ' how come this', <br />Or ' why did that', <br />Kept ringing from ear to ear. <br />But then the more he asked <br />The less I laughed, <br />Happy was I, the child was here. <br />More wanders had we saw <br />The further that we walked <br />Down a wooded path, <br />Upon the virgin grass. <br />We saw creeks with her fishes, <br />And clovers, with their wishes <br />And then more questions to me were asked. <br />Then I looked upon youthful eyes <br />And I heard a worried sigh, <br />And then the child, he answered please, <br />Save, a wonder for me. <br /> <br />Randy L. McClave<br /><br />Randy McClave<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/save-a-wonder/
