the giggles, the questioning gaze At the marvels we showed them
in earlier days. The most thrilling adventures, from out of
the blue, Came like secrets that Nature told just to us two.
Indeed I recall
those Alaska days. Nature was a gossip, true. Not an
hour passed without a secret or a few. A purple flower blooming
from a snow covered stone, An elk nibbling berries by the light
of the moon. And children ever trading A bit at a time those
secrets from Their beds until the dawn burst through.
On the ears
of other grown-ups, These secrets seldom fell, Just on your and
Aunt Honey Honey's, Because we'd never tell, Where to find the elk
or the flowering stone, But we'd go there In the morning With the
children One by one.