I Love This Poem

Giraffe

A giraffe came by the willow tree
Stopped to gaze and talk to me.
For he was very lean and tall
A pillar, a column, a walking wall.

And as he looked down upon my face

His eyes were wide two pools in space,


As they engulfed, the countryside,

The sky above, held me inside –


Their special height and slant of things

Their special view of everything,


And I could see by looking up

The wealth within his loving cup


That thinks and drinks the sun and sky

And watches us from way up high.

And yet I found it sad to see

That he could never reach down to me


For he was too tall, too much ideal

And I was too small, too much the real.

So, this angular figure, graceful and wise

Of astounding vision and cool clear eyes


Watched the sun rise, then watched it set

Looked down on me and seemed to forget


That I was as much a part of this scene

As the sun in the sky, the oak in the green.

Then the willow tree watching standing near by

Saw the distance between us and started to cry


She bowed down her head touching the ground

And from that day to this,
it’s the way she’ll be found.

Author: Unknown