Monday, February 1, 2010

on being young...

Sweet and sunny childhood,
With its careless, thoughtless air,
Like the verdant, tangled wildwood,
Wants the training hand of care.

See it springing all around us --
Glad to know, and quick to learn;
Asking questions that confound us;
Teaching lessons in its turn.

Who loves not its joyous revel,
Leaping lightly on the lawn,
Up the knoll, along the level,
Free and graceful as a fawn?

Let it revel; it is nature
Giving to the little dears
Strength of limb, and healthful features,
For the toil of coming years.

Childhood is a fountain welling,
Trace its channel in the sand,
And its currents, spreading, swelling,
Will revive the withered land.

Childhood is the vernal season;
Trim and train the tender shoot;
Love is to the coming reason,
As the blossom to the fruit.

(poem by David Bates)


Nana and DeDad said...

Wow!!!!that was awsome. I love the poem and the pictures. You did a great job!!!
Love you,
Nana and DeDad

The Dischers said...

Those were beautiful pictures, Jess! Nice post!

The Dischers

Jess said...

Thank ya'll very much. :)