Child's Eyes

……CHILD’S EYES When I was little I use to hear birds, singing in the trees. There are so few birds today, where are they? When I was just a child, I use to see caterpillars on every walk. Did the long gone birds eat them? When I was just four or five the world was so alive. Now it seems everyone I loved has gone. Has Jack-in–(his) Pulpit left it? Did the painter give up his brush? Because, where did he leave his Painters Pallet? Or to some the Devil’s Paint Brush. I use to see the tiny little flowers, everywhere. From Lady Slippers, and Cattails, and Green Frogs, and great big Toads. In every meadow and along the roads, Butterflies flitted by. In every garden and wood, Walking Sticks, and Praying Mantises, intrigued me. Spiders, and Painted Turtles, and bright red Lady Bugs, for my childish eyes to see. These still remain a part of me, but how many Dragon Flies, do you see?