To know the sound of a robin or a pukeko call
To see a sycamore whizzer and collect conkers at fall
And to know that inspite of it all
I know nothing.
I was given eyes to enjoy the sunset at eve
Ears to hear the geese call as they leave
And I know I can smell a storm on the breeze
and yet I know nothing.
I know for sure the road is long and winding still
And that whatever the weather we must do what we will
To better the lives of others with our goodwill
And still I know nothing.
As each day passes by of this I am sure
There are interesting things and I need to learn more
There will always be a wonderful allure
To learning still.
©Alison Jean Hankinson.
This is for d”verse poetics.