Whichever way I turn my head,
I see new things that fascinate:
A chipmunk in the flower bed;
A red bird sitting on the gate;
A little boy who moved next door ;
A fire-truck clanging fiercely by;
What’s inside an apple core;
Where and when and mostly why?
And when it’s time to stop my play,
What if I’m growing weary then?
If I tire of the world today,
Tomorrow it’s all new again.
But answer this one question, Lord:
If grown-ups LOOKED, would they be bored?
by Ray Romine Friday, January 11, 1952
