by John Ciardi
The old crow is getting slow;
the young crow is not.
Of what the young crow does not know,
the old crow knows a lot.
At knowing things, the old crow is still
the young crow’s master.
What does the old crow not know?
How to go faster.
The young crow flies above, below, and rings
around the slow old crow.
What does the fast young crow not know?
WHERE TO GO.
Thursday, June 05, 2008
Our Youth Need Old Crows
Sarah Hanawald tipped me to this wise poem, the full text of which I ultimately found from Google Answers.
Posted by Steve Hargadon at 12:33 PM