The Ants go Marching
A bright sunny day,
The wind gentle and warm;
We rustle through the grass
A hundred of us, a small ant swarm.
The large oak tree,
Spreads its shade around;
And from beneath its branches,
Aromas and smells abound.
A group of two legged creatures,
Those tall clumsy and cruel ones;
Sit on green grass, moving their maws,
Around them a little one runs,
The sun moves high, below the grass,
We wait patiently, in shade;
And before the day is done,
They leave and we can raid.
In strict lines we attack,
Each of us carrying a crumb;
Soon the grass is swept clean,
The spoils we collect with aplomb.
A picnic for the two legged ones,
Is just a day's work for us;
What you leave is scraps and chips,
The bounty we collect with no fuss.
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PoetryHello to the Poets Pub Poem-a-Week Challenge. We are challenging all of our members to start their own collection and write a poem each week. Here we will be featuring all of the authors who are participating as well as some of their poems. We wi...
