Hey, bug, stay!
Don't run away.
I know a game that we can play.
I'll hold my fingers very still
And you can climb a finger-hill.
No, no.
Don't go.
Here's a wall - a tower, too,
A tiny bug town, just for you.
I've a cookie. You have some.
Take this oatmeal cookie crumb.
Hey, bug, stay!
Hey, bug!
Hey!
How touchy poem on solitude and love for life, beyond limits!
When I was 5 in 1987, I spoke this poem from memory at a school Eistedford. So lovely to memorise it again with my own 5 year old! Insects, a child's wonder world!
Sweet and small, the poem also shows the love of man with the nature around him. Thanks.
A very trivial moment, blooming in to a huge poetic flower. Wonderfully done!
You like bugs! You like to feed them oat meal cookies! Most people just step on them, walk away and forget all about them! It makes you not only a good poet, but also a good and caring person!
Okay, I just looked on her other poem and I guess it was there that I left the comment on an earlier date instead of on this poem. Sorry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem for children. I know I left a comment on this poem once before, and there were many other comments as well. For some reason PH has deleted them all before introducing this poem as Modern Poem of the Day. I wonder why they did that?