I Didn’t Know
    Footnotes

    “I Didn’t Know,” New Era, Aug. 1983, 28

    I Didn’t Know

    I didn’t know I loved the weeds,

    silent, lazily swaying in the wind.

    I didn’t know I loved the old corrals,

    creaking, faded white,

    defying the weather year after year.

    I didn’t know I loved the marshes,

    silent, deep, mysterious,

    with their different kinds of reeds

    and black ooze beneath the still waters.

    I didn’t know I loved the birds

    fluttering in the early hours of daybreak.

    I didn’t know I loved the creeks

    and their songs

    as they polish stones smooth,

    giving me new life.