This drawing was probably done in Mr. Cooney's History Class in 1965. This poem was definitely written in Mr. Cooney's History Class 1965--my first poem.

Look and Be

(1965)

Don't dare look, because if you do

The thing you see will become you

I have not looked; I cannot see

Anything except a tree

I now have roots so long and deep

And through my leaves the rain shall seep

Upon my trunk  a knot  my eye

With it I look into the sky

I see a cloud of purest white

Tumbling fast in homeward flight

I now have rain within my breast

Beneath me is the mountain crest

Within my self there is a storm

So I shall cry without alarm

As I cry, in my tears I see

A small child down on bent knees

I now have heart; I now have soul

But I must pray to be made whole

I now can look, but cannot see

Anything that is not me

VCW

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