Poem by Georgia O’Keefe

I have picked up flowers where I found them,

Have picked up seas shells and rocks

And pieces of wood where there were sea shells,

And rocks and pieces of wood that I liked

When I found the beautiful white bones on the desert,

I picked them up and took them home too.

I have used thse things to say what is to me

Wideness and wonder of teh world as I live in it.