She took a penny-
Hid it at the bottom of that tree.
She loves a mystery-
Loves to pique my curiosity.
White chalk arrows on the sidewalk
Say hidden treasure lies this way.
She’s got a childlike kind of wonder,
It’s something more than childish play.
And I’m sure to find that penny
If I look around with eyes that see like Annie.
Stillness and starlight,
Dragon helicopters in the reeds.
Earthworms and planets,
Mantis prayers and long forgotten creeds.
I can lose myself in wonder,
I can lose the time of day,
But if I ever lose the mystery
I will surely lose my way-
And the key to finding pennies
Is living life with open eyes that see like Annie.
Are you a pilgrim?
Well, I’m a pilgrim too.
Are you finding pennies?
I've found quite a few.
We can lose ourselves in wonder,
We can lose the time of day,
But if we ever lose the mystery
We will surely lose our way-
And the world’s a shiny penny
For anyone with open eyes that see like Annie.
Yes, the world’s a shiny penny
For anyone with open eyes that see like Annie.
"Penny Annie" words and music by Dave Burkum, from the album, Breathe a Little Deeper, © Copyright 1999 by Dave Burkum.
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by Annie Dillard
Pilgrim at Tinker Creek is the story of a
dramatic year in Virginia's Roanoke Valley. Annie Dillard sets out to
see what she can see. What she sees are astonishing incidents of "beauty
tangled in a rapture with violence." Her personal narrative
highlights one year's exploration on foot in the Virginia region through
which Tinker Creek runs. In the summer, Dillard stalks muskrats in the
creek and contemplates wave mechanics; in the fall, she watches a
monarch butterfly migration and dreams of Arctic caribou. She tries to
con a coot; she collects pond water and examines it under a microscope.
She unties a snake skin, witnesses a flood, and plays King of the Meadow
with a field of grasshoppers. The result is an exhilarating tale of
nature and its seasons.
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