Poetry that thinks out loud
THE ANT IN THE GARDEN
I looked to the ground there's an ant I can see;
Walking the pathway just inches from me.
I stopped for a moment to see where he goes;
To see what he does on the path that he chose.
My eyes keep on watching as he walks on by;
Walking so fast yet so slow to my eye.
I laid down a stick just to see what he did;
Trying out stuff like I did as a kid.
I used the same stick to guide him away;
I chose to make his life easy today.
Within his path I laid down a sweet
At least for today he was getting a treat.
I wonder if he knows that I am here?
And that It was me that placed the sweet near?
Or is he oblivious to me at all?
As I towered above this creature so small.
Walking the pathway just inches from me.
I stopped for a moment to see where he goes;
To see what he does on the path that he chose.
My eyes keep on watching as he walks on by;
Walking so fast yet so slow to my eye.
I laid down a stick just to see what he did;
Trying out stuff like I did as a kid.
I used the same stick to guide him away;
I chose to make his life easy today.
Within his path I laid down a sweet
At least for today he was getting a treat.
I wonder if he knows that I am here?
And that It was me that placed the sweet near?
Or is he oblivious to me at all?
As I towered above this creature so small.
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THE ANT IN THE GARDEN
THE ANT IN THE GARDEN
