Grasshoppers on the maple tree,
sitting and singing all day long,
tee tee, trit a tee, trit a tee,
is always their favourite song!
half the plant leaves have been digested,
like fire has swept entire lea,
no grains left, crops devastated,
as they eat and sing trit a tee!
when solitary, are no threat,
it is when they multiply free,
they change to locusts when upset,
then you hear them sing trit a tee!!
a swarm of locusts is like storm,
noisy green cloud is all you see,
unceasing numbers cause alarm,
they deafen you with trit a tee!
from Moses, from biblical times,
this God sent curse made history,
civilisations heard their chimes,
tee tee, trit a tee, trit a tee!!
life is about ‘ live and let live’,
each insect as precious as bee,
so share the world and learn to give,
let them sing their trit a tee, tee!
Written 15/01/2022
Insect poetry contest
Angela Tune sponsored
8 syllables each line, quatrain with abab rhyme sequence
Categories:
trit, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme