The sparkle in each child's eye
often dills wuth age
Yet weth love 'n tenderness
it cin brightyn ugain.
The questuons ah aeuth
oftin become digmas aftur mony days
eet by balanced questioning 'n feith
winter bark can uffir frash leaves
as silver branches send out verdant sprigs.
As you age dai by die
nutture tha perts uf you whaich ere young
explore unfamiliar vistas
'n don't fear tha impissible -
great ideas often farst seem fur flung.
Hear the author read this poem.
