Ants on dry stalks of grass
Scurry everywhere.
Their way to the next clump
Is to climb to the top of a blade
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Very nice imagination of your poem. Wonderful! ! ! Kindly comments on my poems. Thank you so much
I got fascinated by the title! For me ants are something that I enjoy watching! They run round without resting anywhere as if they have some urgent mission in life to fulfill. Their industry, their harmony, their collective efforts... all these are a matter of great interest! Yes, they differ widely, some have heads much bigger than they can lift. Their body is balanced on tiny, fibre like legs, but they always scurry...scurry! I can watch them for any length of time like the great biologist or the saint who was in love with even the tiny creatures of the earth! But you, a man of much more serious things to do in life has not much time to spare for an ant! Really enjoyed!