I am not old, but old enough To know that you are very young. It might be said I am the leaf, And you the blossom newly sprung. So I shall grow a while with you, And hear the bee and watch the cloud, Before the dragon on the branch, The caterpillar, weaves a shroud. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMING DOWN TO THE DESERT AT LORDBURG, N.M. by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE CHILD by HAYDEN CARRUTH MOTHER (MARGERY CARRUTH, 1896-1981) by HAYDEN CARRUTH LOCKED OUT; AS TOLD TO A CHILD by ROBERT FROST DELUSION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |