Poem: Discovery

In a puddle left from last week's rain, 

A friend of mine whose name is Joe 

Caught a tadpole, and showed me where 

Its froggy legs were beginning to grow. 

  

Then we turned over a musty log, 

With lichens on it in a row, 

And found some fiddleheads of ferns 

Uncoiling out of the moss below. 

  

We hunted around, and saw the first 

Jack-in-the-pulpits beginning to show, 

And even discovered under a rock 

Where spotted salamanders go.   

I learned all this one morning from Joe,    

But how much more there is to know!

by  Harry Behn