The grass is working overtime these early days of spring here on the Maine coast.  In the spirit of what Cal DeWitt speaks about in the previous video blog, I wanted to also include a few lines from the great American poet Walt Whitman… and encouragement to read his poem “A child said, What is the Grass?” which I did this morning after breakfast.  

A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;
How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know what it is any more than he.

I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.

Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,
A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropped,
Bearing the owner’s name someway in the corners, that we
may see and remark, and say Whose?

Or I guess the grass is itself a child. . . .the produced babe of the vegetation.

[written in the mid-1800's... poem continues... Whitman photo by Matthew Brady]

Posted on May 8th, 2009 in Christians, Environmentalists, Neo-Traditional Music, Parents, Scientists