“There was a child went forth every day,
And the first object he looked upon,
that object he became,
And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day
or for many years or stretching cycles of years. ”
The corn fields became part of this child.
And the silky black lambs; the marigolds and the lily in the pond,
The March born calf, the spotted butterfly and striped crimson dragon flies,
And the purple blossoms of the jacarandas;
The weeds, the red seeds, the soft grey feathers and the sticks;
All became a part of them.
The braided girls, the boisterous boys, the tall ones, the thin ones,
All the ones whom they call friends. All became a part of them.
The warm handshakes, the sweaty hugs
The tender looks and the careless laughter;
The love inside streaming forth in small gestures,
In silent moments, in deep conversations
From the teachers - All became a part of them.
These became part of that child who went forth every day, and who now goes and will always go forth every day.
At Yellow Train, this is the world our children inhabit.