INSIGHTS-Wilderness Cry- Hilary L hunt MD

INSIGHTS

When I was a little boy

Not even seven,

I looked at the stars

And thought of heaven.

I looked at the moon

And thought my, my,

So far away,

Yet seems so neigh.

When I was a little boy

Not even eight,

I began to think

Of the pearly gates.

The more I thought,

The more I strove,

For much less hate,

And much more love.

Hilary L Hunt