Contemplation on a spring afternoon

Little worm, why do you wriggle so?

Are you so delighted with life

that you desire to be in constant motion; 

basking in the secure depths of

the God given clay, the soft

pitter-patter of rain on your

un-prepossessing outer self.

Or do you wriggle simply because

you have been genetically 

programmed to do so?

Little ant, why do you scurry so?

Are you so concerned with 

building your empire, that every

moment not filled with the frantic

pace of this way and that, is a 

moment forever and irrevocably lost. 

Or do you scurry simply because

you have been genetically

programmed to do so.

Little robin, why do you sing so?

Are you sharing your secrets,

explaining the mysteries of the

spider's dew kissed weaving;

the burgeoning bud and blossom 

that tell of new/born things to come.

Or do you sing simply because

you have been genetically

programmed to do so.

And little child, why do your eyes shine so?

Is it, as I suspect, because you have 

no need to ask as I must do,

but simply know. 

Reviews

[Gee]

9 years in and you are still my favourite writer:)
Perhaps, after walking the hound round Willen Lake, I shall try and pen a simple something.
Always enjoy reading you.
Hope you are both well( and the parents) and are looking forward to a great xmas.

[Zoe Richardson]

Oh, wow! This is so...impactful! I think we all wonder if the creatures around us have the same sense of wonder we do, and we lose that sense of wonder as we grow older and more cynical. Your delineation of this wonder is beautifully done.

[Ken Simm.]

I can see this as a wonderful animation with images superbly connected with the beauty of the words. A gorgeous piece of visual writing and I think the past.

[Neville]

the carefree contemplations of childhood are what I miss most about growing up .. well that and me folks .. a smashing little poem this our Beccy

[Lorry]

I like it! The last verse especially came as a surprise, but perhaps only because Ive forgotten what it was like to just simply be, without questions getting in the way. 😊

[Sami Khalil]

A deep, contemplative poem; I like to know the answers too. I like how you describe them, their ways, habitats and so forth. Humans have been asking questions since our arrival on the reality scene.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

What a cute poem. Nature does what it will with no excuses or explanations.

[John the Baptist]

Yes, a child simply knows what's in the present moment. Only later will the pains of past and future mess things up.

[Chris Shaw]

Oh yes Beccy. I imagine you in the garden contemplating the worm, the ant and the robin. Watching them intently. Listening to the robin singing on a warm spring day. You know I saw these words accompanied by pictures. An illustrated children’s book. Little children would love it and their eyes would shine as the story was being told.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear Beccy. A wonderful poem.
"And little child, why do your eyes shine so?
Is it, as I suspect, because you have
no need to ask as I must do,
but simply know."
I loved the complete poem and the above lines. perfect. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote