Whispering To Spiders Poem by john thomas

I saw my Daughter sitting
Just the other day,
In our cottage Garden
Apparently at play,

Long I fondly watched her
And was just about to call,
When a curious thing did happen
I saw her talking to the wall,

I heard her softly singing
to a tiny little gap,
Between a course of old red bricks
And the copings sat on top,

I went in to the garden
And sat myself beside her,
“My dear, what are you doing? ”
“I’m just whispering to the spiders”

Although a little taken
I soon again took stock,
And on I slowly ventured
This mystery to unlock.

So my dearest Daughter
Will you not tell me,
What do you say to spiders?
What replies do they give thee?

“They tell me all about the World
Beyond our cottage walls,
They tell me of their insect friends
About their insect balls, ”

“They tell me of the stars at night
That I do never see,
They tell me of the secrets held
By each and every tree, ”

“I’ve learnt of Elves and Fairies
Of Dwarfs and Giants too,
I’ve learnt the Dragons stories
And all the things they do, ”

So tell to me my Daughter
What do you say to them?
For they have told you very much
What do you say of men?

“I tell them of our houses
And to watch out for the baths,
To keep away from plug holes
And stay up by the taps, ”

“I tell them, if they visit
That once they are indoors,
To try and stay in corners
And to mind out for the doors, ”

“It’s nice my dearest Daughter
You have such special friends,
But it’s time to say goodbye now
Until you visit them again.”

She bent down to the cottage wall
And in a voice so low,
She whispered to the spiders
“Goodbye, I now must go.”

And did my eyes deceive me?
I really do not know,
But I thought I saw a spider
Bow back to her so low.