a memory

one of the first poems i remember hearing and memorizing is a poem my dad would read to me when i was a little girl. It is simple, straight forward, and has a real message. A message he was probably trying to teach me when i was young, but i just liked the poem- it rhymed... So, i thought i would share it with you:


A Wise Old Owl


A wise old owl lived in an oak;
The more he saw the less he spoke;
The less he spoke the more he heard:
Why can't we all be like that bird?
     [Edward Hersey Richards]