Jacqueline Shor Poet I do not know?

What Cicadas Mean To Me

Cicadas are a pretty bug 
They live under the ground 
Every seventeen years  they come 
Up from where they are found 
They go up in the trees to mate 
They make a funny sound 
God made the Cicadas too 
Thats nature balanced and bound 
They land upon my shoulder 
I take them by their wings 
I talk to them and say hello 
It's like they really know 
What I am saying is so true 
I feel so bad and it's so sad 
To see what Cicadas do 
After they mate they die 
Yes that is so sad 
But their babys go under ground 
Untill another seventeen years 
Then the cycle goes around

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Sharon Winter July 28, 2008 at 7:37 AM This was very interesting as we have Cicadas in our yard every summer. There must be many different kinds. Now I am tempted to look this up and actually learn something! Thank you. Love, Shar

Michael Degenhardt July 28, 2008 at 4:48 AM I've never seen the real cicada. just the shells that they leave behind. This provides facts and knwoledge while possessing a smooth flow. Very well written. Michael