Claire V. Bogdanos

I watched a star and saw it fall,

I felt the wind and heard it call,

I reached for sky and touched a tree,

I spied a bird, it flew past me.

I smelled a bud not yet full grown

I tread the grass the rain had sown.

I wished upon a mountain’s peak

That God might teach my tongue to speak.

I knew my way and yet was lost

I took the time, the risk, the cost,

Still all the laudits I have earned

And all the lessons I have learned

With all the things that I may do

Are much too small and far too few.