Crawling Around Poem by Thomas Rourke

Crawling Around

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Crawling around
All types of trees
Leaves blowing in my face
From the gentle breeze

The sunlight beams
From the canopy
I see ants marching
Like cavalry

I spot a sloth
A spider-web
A caterpillar
And now, it's the end.

Thursday, February 3, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: nature,forest
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Evelyn Morianos 04 February 2022

A joy to read. Well done.

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Chinedu Dike 03 February 2022

An insightful piece of poetry nicely put together. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.....

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