Take Memories Home Poem by Phil Soar

The grass that tickled the child's bare feet
The ants that rushed around gathering speed
The signs of activity keep blowing the mind
You never know what you just might find
Part the hedgerow, look through at the view
No sign of the insects staring at you,
All just too busy, just staying alive
Making sure offspring will flourish and thrive
Leave things as you found them
Take memories home
And sit in the countryside all on your own