What The Child Says

What The Child Says

The child says:  “This tree is me.

The singing bird is me.

The buzzing bee is me.”

The child says:  “The fuzzy caterpillar is me.

The moon is me.

The blinking stars are me.

The sky is me.”

The adult says:  “You are a child.

You are not a tree.

You are not a bird.

You are not a frog.

You are not a bee.

You are not a caterpillar.

You are not the moon.

You are not the stars.

You are not the sky.”

The child says: “…”

About Robert M. Weiss
From an early age, I've taken great pleasure in reading. Also, I learned to play my 78 player when I was quite young, and enjoyed listening to musicals and classical music. I remember sitting on the floor, and following the text and pictures of record readers, which were popular in the 1940s and 50s. My favorites were the Bozo and Disney albums. I also enjoyed watching the slow spinning of 16s as they spun out tales of adventure. I have always been attracted by rivers, and I love to sit on a boulder with my feet in the water, gazing into the mysteries of swirling currents. I especially like inner tubing on the Rogue River in Southern Oregon. Since my early youth, I've been interested in collecting minerals, which have taught me about the wonderful possibilities in colors and forms. Sometimes I try to imagine what the ancient Greeks must have felt when they began to discover physical laws in nature. I also remember that I had a special passion for numbers, and used to construct them out of stones. After teaching Russian for several years, I became a writer, interviewer, editor, and translator. I continue to delight in form, and am a problem solver at heart.

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