Inchworms Poems - Poems about Inchworms

... Scavenging squirrels search for acorns, scratching old stumps from trees. Scampering up my sugar maple, they steal my bird feeder seeds. Sleepy salamanders wake from their slumber to search on ......

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...The inchworm's in no hurry his vision's perhaps blurry A journey of five meters in ten hours, a world-beater I'd like to go on record to report they don't ......

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...Following the first thwack we deduced that distance was limited primarily to unpredictable bursts of anger, arbitrary chastisement factors. The rule, all of its dozen commandments plus the ex......

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...If 12 marching inchworms moved a centimeter how far did they travel would it be a foot? 11/28/20 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020......

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...---A big mistake and a parallel universe School days filled with endangered species cumulonimbus inchworms by the feet And whale songs sung in the deep waters After the fire whirlpools of six de......

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...I'm daydreaming again Poor rich a soil farmer I dream of chalk boarding a whale song Dreams of brain-teasing Dreaming about buying mother a pair of ruby slippers Daydreaming again......

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...Overlooking The lake from his cottage deck Like a captain last to leave his ship My dad Discards his cane atop the stairs Fastens his wobbly hips and knees Sideways And to the rickety railing ......

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...I am just finishing my morning meditation when I hear my doorbell ring. It actually sounds more like that buzzing sound you hear if you fry a fat fly on one of those electronic bug swatters. On my wa......

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...Grasshoppers and katydids Cactus, growing in the sand Palm trees near the ocean May-apples in the woodland Parrots squawking in the jungle Moss creeping over rotten logs Luscious ferns fillin......

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...May is Mother’s Month May is green spawning inchworms. I nest too cleaning closets, busily morphing contrary to my wont. Even the slothful move, to her blossom song. In a whistling fragrance I ......

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