What Is The Grass? Poem by Whitney Nicole Albright*

I saw a toddler pondering at the grass
Wondering what it was as she passed
She pulled wild flowers out from their patch
How'd that get there? She thought as she’d snatch

Was it a never ending rug?
What about that lady bug?
She was puzzled, you could tell by her eyes
She knew not a cloud from the sky

All of the textures and views from the world
Confused this little smart girl
Then I thought as I watched her glee
I knew nothing more than she

But the names of each thing I saw
But funny, that was all!
I just grew up and stopped playing outside
I grew up yet my fascination never died

That’s the difference in people and poets
Our fascination never dies as we know it
We try with words to make it make sense
We are curious but never dense

She inspired me, that blonde girl
To never stop wondering about the world
Do not grow bored like the people around
Touch the earth and feel the ground

Let our imaginations run far and wild
For we all know nothing more than a child


Inspired by Walt Whitman's 'A Child Said, What is the Grass? '