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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


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