Not His Fault He Is No Thoreau
None of this stuff is electronic the child said.
Shaking a seashell upside down next to his head.
His mother is astounded that he does not understand the outside.
Yet she has taken no time to show him how to enjoy ocean’s tide.
She has not shown him trees or pointed out the beauty of the sky.
It is not his fault that he is no Thoreau, this poor little guy.
You see she is busy with her cell phone, and her computer too.
She does not see the tulips, mushrooms, violets, clouds or sky of blue.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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