they turn my world
upside down
but I love
watching ants
go marching in
hard shelled saints
scurrying
as April's rain clouds
begin to pound
big wet drops
like basketballs dunking
splattering fates
scattering wee ones
so far below
.
I remember
admiring
their fine parade
marching in
with somewhere to be
always
wanting to be one of that number
but they followed a different path
their heading
bearing somewhere
I never could follow...
they'd dance away
slipping from view
slipping in through cracks and crevices
vanishing into stone
and to this day
I cave at the thought
_______
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Comments (13)
Nicely penned I could imagine them, Perhaps I need to recite this poem next time see a an ant parade going by on the side of my sink,
They always seem to.be going somewhere, don't they? Wonderful poem.
Fun and entertaining!!! Love this!!!❤️❤️💕
Lovely… I can enjoy this ant anthem, because they’re currently absent from my kitchen (winter time here).😳 I also have fond memories of the ‘Ants go marching… hoorah” song😃.
Christy, this is fun and gleefully poetic, and I don't care how much work I have, I stop and read you! I agree with John Cox, I caught the Saints Go Marching In resemblance also, but that is not what we call ants that are currently asking for a smackdown in my kitchen sink.
Not a fan of ants lol but loved this poem
I always see ants gathered around nothing and they would all be so still. It would seem like they're in some sorta meeting or ritual, lol. Loved your poem!
Wow, I just love it, although I was always paranoid from ants🥲
nice
You turned something small and seemingly insignificant into a powerfully captivating, nostalgic memory. Awesome work as always!
Ha ha what a fantastic poem😄 . Reflection of the childhood .
Did this borrow little bits from the saints go marching in? Clever and fun! Loved the pic!
Your captivation with such a scene came through crystal clear! Love the allusion elements to the song