I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.
The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow-
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india -rubber ball,
And he sometimes gets so little that there’s none of him at all.
He hasn’t got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close beside me, he’s a coward you can see;
I’d think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me.
One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
This poem, is still one of the most popular short poems around. Personally I love the detail of its observation. As adults I think we take our shadows for granted. I know I do. But take a few moments to remember what an amazing thing a shadow really is! This week I have made a pledge to become reaquainted with mine. Care to join me? If you are a tad unsure how…ask a young one to help you out. And if you are a young one and reading this…you can show mum or dad or gran and pops how! You could start by watching this clip of ‘My Shadow,’ read by Billy Connolly.
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