There was a Child Went Forth
We decided to go out early today to beat the rain. It never rained .. but we loved the extra outside time. We took advantage of the beautiful fall day. The wind would blow really big and all the kids would scream and run. I reminded me of days when I was a child outside on a fall day.
There Was a Child Went Forth By Walt Whitman
There was a child went forth every day,
And the first object he look’d upon, that object he became,
And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day,
Or for many years or stretching cycles of years.
The early lilacs became part of this child,
And grass and white and red morning-glories, and white and red
clover, and the song of the phoebe-bird,
And the Third-month lambs and the sow’s pink-faint litter, and the
mare’s foal and the cow’s calf,
And the noisy brood of the barnyard or by the mire of the pond-side,
And the fish suspending themselves so curiously below there, and the
beautiful curious liquid,
And the water-plants with their graceful flat heads, all became part of him.
Today we decided to become bubbles and flowers and dancing leaves and blowing wind. It was enough.