Ant Farm

Minding the ant farm with my partner on a work night and tapping in to the child like fascination with nature.

Ant Farm

To prod, poke and coax,

The rush as we grab at scurrying legs with clumsy work worn hands

Try to be gentle though hard it is, not to hurt these minute creatures of intelligence

To stand together eyes locked in concentration and fascination

The glass is pulsing, a colony within 

Try to appreciate the beauty of nature though hard to find the time

To be grown men our youth is past

The weight of the every day, life just getting in the way 

Try to remember but boys we are, underneath we haven’t really changed a bit

Reviews

[Jim Gill III]

So much truth in your poem! I had a flashback to a day that I spent with my son watching the activity of an ant hill. Something so simple can be so profound!

[Kelly Scheppers]

You have compassion and a kind heart...why not allow it to show?