Passing time on a hot Texas day
with a little added imagination;
kids catchin' grasshoppers
with some innocent competition.
The challenge: how many to a jar.
First the afternoon to hunt,
then the count;
by nightfall the release, so that all
could hop back into tall grasses again.
A children's game of no harm, no foul.
Less experienced, anxious, he clumsily
snagged the largest of the long legged giants,
couldn't fit much more than two or three;
she, with patience and delicacy, loaded
her jar with the tiniest of the green beauties.
But the day's triumph faded quickly
into a moment not meant to be;
made to sacrifice her victory
to the envy and tears of another
'after all he's your little brother.'
Very nostalgic. I remember when I used to have little competitions with my sister on catching critters.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very Nostalgic indeed.