My friend the spider,
He is a hitch hiker,
Landed on my ute,
When I took the Millmerran route,
It's no lie,
A web full of flie's,
Each day we go for a drive,
His web blows away into the sky,
Holding on so tight,
He hangs on with all his might,
I see the relief in his eye's,
When we finish our drive,
Must enjoy the ride,
Because he rebuilds his life,
A new web to catch flie's,
Will he build it stronger tonight,
So it doesn't blow away into the sky,
On our next drive.
Wow a sweet fabulous poem, coincidentaly a spider built a web in our car too n i dint want to break it. Hey creative how u put it as 'hitchhiker'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
for today this is my favourite poem.WEll done Mr Mr Bradley