T-V

The picture that shines in the bright T.V.
Is made of a light that I cannot see,
As it comes in the aerial, high in the sky,
Out of the night where the moon rides by,
It’s awful odd, but it’s so, you know,
It’s awful odd, But it’s so!

For God can make anything—darkness or light,
The woods and the fields and stars in the night,
Mountains so tall they scrape the skies
And dear little kittens with shining eyes—
And I’m awful glad that it’s so, you know,
I’m awful glad That it’s so!

By: Agnes Sanford (1954)90

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