WHERE LAND MEETS SEA _ 
I wander by the sandy shore, 
Surprises everywhere in store; 
For not alone is he, who plays 
With heart attuned to Nature’s ways: 
With sea gulls drift I on the tide 
And learn the secrets they would hide; 
Or, pause awhile to catch a gleam 
Of feathered bathers in a stream; 
- Or listen to that tireless bill— 
The woodpecker’s metallic drill; 
Like shadows at the close of day 
Sandpipers flit across my way; 
Then, black old crow, from leafless tree 
Must call me from my reverie; 
For, by the shore, where land meets sea 
_ All Nature seems akin to me. 
| —Nina Moore 
Why is it that some people have become so blind and 
deaf to motion, color, and sound that many of them have 
shut minds to the wild animals about them? How have 
they become so intense on the working out of the small 
tasks of life that their senses are dulled and they travel 
_. through life in a narrow grove? People in this sense has 
reference to the great mass of grown-up humanity, for 
children see and hear much more than they are given credit 
for. They try, often, to know about the insects, birds, trees, 
and other live creatures that live near them until the in- 
difference and ignorance of their elders in answering 
questions blunt their desire to know. 
This need not be, for the great out-of-doors vowdes a 
variety of sights and sounds which boys and girls can easily 
know for themselves if given a little encouragement. They 
do not need to be like a university graduate, who, while 
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