I don’t live on the waving sea,
But I wave on land as far as eye can see.
I am the shade from summer’s sun,
The shining stock on a hunter’s gun.
I’m the match that lights the fire,
Keep me fed and I won’t expire.
Use my heat from the hearth so bright,
Warming your cabin on a cold winter’s night.
Scoreboard pads and high school notes
Stand in line to get my votes.
Notebook paper is a great invention;
It came from me, need I mention?
The dining room table serves you eat,
Under which you place your feet.
From my cradle a little boy fell,
Who am I, O won’t you tell?
A tiny toothpick is not too small,
Nor a telephone pole a bit too tall.
I serve mankind in many ways,
So use me wisely, is my closing phrase.
Copyright © James Tate