*The old man tells the hours almost perfectly
From the length of shadows
Having walked the length of life
Without ever needing a clock!*
He can smell in the air the coming rain
Knows the clouds that bear showers
Can closely predict season’s yield of grain
Needs no watch to measure the daily hours!
He can tell when his cow needs a bull
In her moos hears the urge for a mate
Though he has never gone to a school
His knowledge has stood him to this date!
He knows all the stars in firmament
Best way to till the soil for harvest
Has never needed a doctor for ailment
Knows the herbs to heal all infest!
*Such is the man who has never been to school
Yet his wisdom can fill countless pages
Making instinctive sharp senses as his only tool
Has handed down his wisdom through the ages!*
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 8:15 AM UTC
*The old man tells the hours almost perfectly
From the length of shadows
Having walked the length of life
Without ever needing a clock!*
He can smell in the air the coming rain
Knows the clouds that bear showers
Can closely predict season’s yield of grain
Needs no watch to measure the daily hours!
He can tell when his cow needs a bull
In her moos hears the urge for a mate
Though he has never gone to a school
His knowledge has stood him to this date!
He knows all the stars in firmament
Best way to till the soil for harvest
Has never needed a doctor for ailment
Knows the herbs to heal all infest!
*Such is the man who has never been to school
Yet his wisdom can fill countless pages
Making instinctive sharp senses as his only tool
Has handed down his wisdom through the ages!*
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