A Little Walk
Sometimes we are so engrossed with our website building activities devoting great chunks of our lives, that we can become jaded and perhaps a little obsessive.
It can happen that we fail to appreciate the simple things and the wonder of the world around us seen through other eyes.
H R Jennings from Bedford England, penned this poem and had it published in a National newspaper recently. Thought I might share it .
To a Grandson
Come, walk with me and hold my hand
And we will find a wonderland.
Where trees and flowers and birds and bees
Shall tell us all their mysteries,
And we will talk to clouds and sky
And ask them 'what and where and why?'
Why the clouds can float on air,
What is it that keeps them there?
Why grass is green, what made it so?
Where do the parting swallows go?
Why do trees grow up so tall?
And why are caterpillars so small?
When were hills and rivers made?
Why is it cooler in the shade?
Why hard as ice but soft as snow?
Where does the melting snowman go?
Why do flowers smell so sweet?
Why do puddles wet our feet?
A wonderland for you and me,
A Grandad and a boy of three.
Can't resist these sentimental offerings.
You need some kind of a permanent link to google today to answer all those questions swirling around in the little one's heads. but the fresh air away from the computer is so rewarding in the company of an enquiring mind.
A future Internet maestro?