I saw a toddler pondering at the grass <br />Wondering what it was as she passed <br />She pulled wild flowers out from their patch <br />How'd that get there? She thought as she’d snatch <br /> <br />Was it a never ending rug? <br />What about that lady bug? <br />She was puzzled, you could tell by her eyes <br />She knew not a cloud from the sky <br /> <br />All of the textures and views from the world <br />Confused this little smart girl <br />Then I thought as I watched her glee <br />I knew nothing more than she <br /> <br />But the names of each thing I saw <br />But funny, that was all! <br />I just grew up and stopped playing outside <br />I grew up yet my fascination never died <br /> <br />That’s the difference in people and poets <br />Our fascination never dies as we know it <br />We try with words to make it make sense <br />We are curious but never dense <br /> <br />She inspired me, that blonde girl <br />To never stop wondering about the world <br />Do not grow bored like the people around <br />Touch the earth and feel the ground <br /> <br />Let our imaginations run far and wild <br />For we all know nothing more than a child <br /> <br /> <br />Inspired by Walt Whitman's 'A Child Said, What is the Grass? '<br /><br />Whitney Albright<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-is-the-grass/
