Sara Kendrick Poet Rhyme

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 July 3, 2013 at 10:36 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 July 2, 2013 at 3:48 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 July 1, 2013 at 10:43 PM Such a serene poem Sara. I loved it.

Russell Sivey July 1, 2013 at 6:42 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!!