The Straw

The straw that broke the camel’s back A straw quite ordinary Its weight did not mean very much Not challenging to carry But even though this measly straw Was worthless on its own It had a value and a strength That was only timely shown The straw itself, pretentious not Had knowledge of its role Quite useless was it by itself This it could not control But when it was allowed to be A part of bale or heap Its value all at once appeared To be no longer cheap And so one day to its surprise It really didn’t know It was the one who did the trick Before anyone could say ’Ho!’ Wendy Nipas