Two little red ants,
With puffs and with pants,
Were climbing a stone,
But one ant was prone,
To vertiginous spells,
In his ears he heard bells,
Which would suddenly ring,
With a loud ting-a-ling.
It made his legs shake,
And his whole body quake,
What was to be done,
He so wanted to run,
To get far, far away,
But his friend said, 'No, stay',
Just take a breath, deep,
You don't have to weep.
But climb onto my back,
For I've got the knack, .
Of reaching the top,
And I won't let you drop,
We'll get there, don't fret,
For it's a sure bet,
That a friend has to aid
A friend who's afraid.
So with piggy-back style,
Plus the glimpse of a smile,
And without more delay,
Two ants scuttled away.
© Ernestine Northover
A most enjoyable poem Ernestine and a lovely insight into the lives of ants. Love, Andy xx
this is strong in its pacing, has a nice universal message and the rhymes are a treat. you should inser a comma between 'no' and 'stay' and delet the commas after 'friend' and 'aid' good work, Ernestine.
Jolly and fun. I think our Herbert would like this one, Ernestine. It's the sort of piece of jolly fun that he would write as well (and I mean this as a compliment) . Love, Gina.
From the mind and heart of a wonderful woman. Thank you for this!
This is one of the most charming descriptions of friendship that I have ever read. Mailed it to myself right away and gave it a BIG 10. Scarlett
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh what a kind message and all from the brilliant hand of Ernestine Northover, Thankyou for this absolute treat, Love Duncan