Daniel Larson Poet Rhyme

Lessons Taught

Look out over the fields
In the direction of the trees
See the old man praying
While kneeling down upon his knees
Cares less for who's watching
More so for the ones that may hear
He has done this daily
Ev'ry morning for many years

No one knows his true age
Or where it was that he came from
First thought he was strange
Or that he was deaf and dumb
He once had come to church
And though he never said a word
He sang in wond'rous voice
The likes of which no ones e'er heard

He has rarely been seen
Since that day of angelic sound
Yet they're sure he's still there
Living alone on sacred ground
Many have ventured out
In hopes to see him once again
Yet they come home empty
Not even knowing where they've been

He's still there over fields
Somewhere near the cottonwood trees
Always looking this way
To see who's down upon their knees
Hears the ones who give thanks
For everything they have got
He knows they are aware
Of all the lessons they've been taught

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