Observation
by Henry Burt Stevens
9/5/2003
When a child I
often lay face
down in grass
staring deeply
at what was there.
Looking carefully as
grass blades
emerged from dirt.
Little bugs would
sometimes enter then
wander out of sight.
Later, rolling over
I would watch
clouds, until standing
up to see
fields and trees.
From very small
and close
to far and very large
I learned about
observing all about me