He's been to Sunday School
He's had a chance to read the Bible
He's see pictures of The Garden
Colored Noah the animals and the Ark
Now he's home and ready to play
Wants to draw a dinosaur
Asks me what colors to use
How big to make the teeth and eyes
I wasn't sure how to tell him
All we have are impressions
On rocks fossilized gray dusty bones
I admitted I wasn't sure
What colors or how big
Science - I did tell him - isn't sure
And the Bible
Just doesn't say
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
TOM, BEING WHO I AM, WHAT I BELIEVE AND DON'T, AND HOW I QUESTION EVERYTHING, THIS POEM HITS THE SPOT. YOUR BRAIN EXAMINES AND QUESTIONS WHAT OTHERS TAKE FOR GRANTED. THANKS, CAROL