Sunday, January 15, 2012

The Ant Explorer
~ C J Dennis
Once a little sugar ant made up his mind to roam-
To fare away far away, far away from home.
He had eaten all his breakfast, and he had his ma's consent
To see what he should chance to see and here's the way he went
Up and down a fern frond, round and round a stone,
Down a gloomy gully where he loathed to be alone,
Up a mighty mountain range, seven inches high,
Through the fearful forest grass that nearly hid the sky,
Out along a bracken bridge, bending in the moss,
Till he reached a dreadful desert that was feet and feet across.
'Twas a dry, deserted desert, and a trackless land to tread,
He wished that he was home again and tucked-up tight in bed.
His little legs were wobbly, his strength was nearly spent,
And so he turned around again and here's the way he went-
Back away from desert lands feet and feet across,
Back along the bracken bridge bending in the moss,
Through the fearful forest grass shutting out the sky,
Up a mighty mountain range seven inches high,
Down a gloomy gully, where he loathed to be alone,
Up and down a fern frond and round and round a stone.
A dreary ant, a weary ant, resolved no more to roam,
He staggered up the garden path and popped back home.

Slow start to Sunday.  I feel rather like the ant facing insurmountable obstacles.  I'm already prepping for the week ahead - well, thinking about it and making lists.  It was a late night for Charly who had a friend stay overnight.  The program featured games of Earthopoly, charades and back episodes of Glee.  The menu included home-made rocky road (evilly addictive), spag. bol. and strawberries and ice cream. I've been trying to deflect the youngest from playing Moshi Monsters on the computer.  Ro-Ro is the only sprightly, and productive, being alive this morning.  He's emptied and loaded the dishwasher, tinkered with his Meccano set and is now reading a book on Mythology. 


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