I Wonder
    Footnotes

    “I Wonder,” Friend, Mar. 1982, inside back cover

    I Wonder

    I wonder how the spider spins

    Its web so lacy small.

    And what makes the setting sun

    A reddish fireball?

    I wonder where the cloud puffs go

    When the soft wind blows through.

    And how do tinsel stars hang on

    In a midnight sky, dark blue?

    Tell me how daffodils peek out,

    To grow up straight and tall.

    How does the small forget-me-not

    Unfold its face so small?

    And how do trees know winter means

    They will no longer grow,

    And that their dried and crinkled leaves

    Will hide beneath the snow?

    Who tells spring robin when to sing

    A song from his tree seat?

    And how do bees know that nectar

    Makes their honey sticky sweet?

    I love to wonder about things,

    Then look up in the sky

    And thank the Lord that there’s a place

    For someone small as I.

    Illustrated by Doug Roy