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Industrious Creatures

The fog covers hill, dale, and trees It saturates all birds In their nest whether 'pon ground or eve It soaks cows in their herds Drives home the lowly bumblebee No wasp now flies around No mosquito seeks a blood drink The ants still keep their mounds Industrious creatures they are Constantly at labor Gathering, protecting their mounds Is it to them a chore Those fireants defend 'til death Leaving infected whelts Pain of fire~itching~then blisters Because stepped where they dwelt

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Joe Maverick

Date: 7/3/2013 10:36:00 PM

Yes every Insect and wild animal are forever occupied in their own affairs Sara, in the poem i did the painted lady was represented by 1st a semi-truck, then Molly who had, had her face painted at school, then by the rabbles of butterflys they saw..' take care i am pleased you liked it. Joe..'

Nette Onclaud

Date: 7/2/2013 3:48:00 AM

this piece made me smile, laugh, at wince about those creature more or less at the same time., sara... a gem of a write...:) huggs

Tahera Mannan

Date: 7/1/2013 10:43:00 PM

Such a serene poem Sara. I loved it.

Russell Sivey

Date: 7/1/2013 6:42:00 PM

You know I have a soft spot for the fog, and this poem is partially about the fog! I truly enjoyed reading this enlightening poem this evening my friend! What a creative piece, I hate fire ants, I don't miss those from the South...you can keep them there, ha ha! Great Work!!