Bill Cantrell


The Fiddler Crab - Poem by Bill Cantrell

They say he plays the fiddle
With the rising of the sun
Back and forth the beaten path,
Between the shells he runs
Knows not where he's going
And he doesn't seem to care
As I waited for a song, he said,
' Its very rude to stare! '
He doesn't like the water
I do not think that he can swim
Darts home in a panic
When the tide comes rolling in
You will never hear him playing
And I think you need to know,
It is true he plays the fiddle
But he can't afford a bow

Topic(s) of this poem: poetry


Poet's Notes about The Poem

I wrote this for my grandson

Comments about The Fiddler Crab by Bill Cantrell

  • Margaret Alice Second (2/1/2017 2:28:00 AM)

    Nature is enchanting
    The Fiddler Crab reminds me that nature is content to just BE, that existence is joy for joy's sake and the true goal is having fun - whether as a fiddler crab or a real musician, a fiddler playing his instrument beautifully - we all rejoice in the rhythm of vibratory existence... (Report) Reply

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  • Annette Aitken (11/12/2016 7:57:00 AM)


    You know I love a good rhyme this one sung along..., great write...

    Annette
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    Bill Cantrell Bill Cantrell (12/11/2016 4:12:00 AM)

    Thank you Annette

  • (11/10/2016 2:07:00 AM)


    I bet your Grandson was as delighted as I was when I read this intelligent and very funny poem. The last line
    is superb. Poor Mr Crab! Mind you if he finds it all the neighbours might start complaining!
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    Tom Billsborough (12/11/2016 5:21:00 AM)

    luckily for me despite my height my hands are small so I couldn't do a barre. My excuse for not learning the guitar. My daughters were a little better but really they fancied the young Guitar teacher!

    Bill Cantrell Bill Cantrell (12/11/2016 4:11:00 AM)

    Lol thanks tom, I know what you mean, when I was learning guitar I was hated by all. :)

  • Laurie Van Der Hart (11/7/2016 3:15:00 PM)

    Lovely!
    Did your grandson enjoy it? I can just picture it. Makes me yearn for the sea. (Report) Reply

    Bill Cantrell Bill Cantrell (11/8/2016 10:06:00 PM)

    He did like it, I remember the fiddler crabs as a child, I was spell bound, they would march like an army in unison, there so many natural wonders on this good earth, thank you for reading and commenting my friend.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 5, 2016

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 5, 2016


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