ALL BUT BLIND
All but blind
….In his chambered hole
Gropes for worms
….The four-clawed Mole.
All but blind
….In the evening sky
The hooded Bat
….Twirls softly by.
All but blind
….In the burning day
The Barn Owl blunders
….On her way.
And blind as are
….These three to me,
So, blind to Some One
….I must be.
-Walter de la Mare
Gladsome Lights 
This is an interesting choice. I might have told you how much I enjoy Walter de la Mere’s poetry.
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I remember that you did tell me, Anne 🙂
He seems to be a true lover of the English language and the poetry of life, and I’m blessed to be acquainted with him, though admittedly not broadly.
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I’m sharing this one.
AMDG
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It’s all perspective, isn’t it?
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That’s a cute littler poem with a good message.
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That’s a beautiful poem! We are all definitely blind to some things but in others, alert to the finest degree
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