This poem comes of slight panic, and love of Nature, in equal measure. I just realised I have a lot to actually do today, and I’d better write and post a poem and do it soon. So, this is the poem. The photo was taken last week.



Ant talk


The sky outside is wide and blue,

horizon stretches away.

Clouds cruise past, with birds below

Lower still, paddocks

and other works of man

crowd out Nature’s gifts.

But that sky!

That sky will always be there,

looking down at us

while we toil, as ants . . .