ALL DAY LONG
Beneath the pine tree where I sat
to hear what I was looking at,
then by the sounding shore to find
some things the tide had left behind,
I thought about the hilltop blown
upon by all the winds I’ve known.
Why ask for any better song
in all the wide world all day long?
- David McCord, included in Mary Ann Hoberman and Linda Winston, eds. The Tree That Time Built: A Celebration of Nature, Science, and Imagination (Naperville, IL: Sourcebooks Jabberwocky, 2009), p. 62