What He Knew; Or The Learned Astronomer

There’s summer grain

in the field for feed

Cows lowing in the pasture.

A young boy,

red cheeked,


rushes on

ever faster.

The sun is high

the mountains tall

the people all so nice.

They’re speaking in

their native tongue

of gossip, gods, and spice.

The little village

squats beside

the ever flowing stream.

The days pass by


a cloudy wisp of dream.

A person comes

from far away

to learn,

to see,

to do.

This person from

books and such

has learned

has seen,

has knew.

He’s known of things

both near and far

of things

both high and low.

But never has he

taken flour

and with it

kneaded dough.

He came to teach,

to help

to save,

and found no one was asking.

He came in pride,

now doubt,

now shame,

but can’t see what he’s lacking.

Now he’s here

begun to fear

he’ll never


The awesome power

of want

and need

and of

a helping hand.

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