Nash, Edith / Practice the here and now: selected writings of Edith Nash
The lesson, p. 43
The Lesson 43 When I was a child I was always laughing I hear this from Outside-the-family people The Inside thought me sad The photographs can be read Either way Sometimes I can remember My father and I, outdoors Picking up pretty snakes To look at them It was early spring Snow on the ground The little snakes were sleepy From their long winter's nap And I was just waking up To see things, to feel objects, To notice How my father smelled He was teaching me How to like the snakes How to play with them And be careful.
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