Small wonder
Celebrating the ingenuity of one ant
Small in stature yet so large in ingenuity
An enigma are you and often too tiny to see
Excessive weight on your back you are able to carry
Exhibiting strength and fortitude to not tarry
You move along with an unyielding power
Baring your burden hour by hour
Over that which should crush, you are master
Step by step you go, neither slower nor faster
Little friend you are an amazing being
Often I can’t believe what I’m seeing
Tiny ant you cause me to consider it all
How mighty you are, although you’re so small
How insignificant to me is one Cheerio
Yet your carry it’s weight and it makes you a hero
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Cheryl E Preston
Cheryl is a widow who enjoys writing about current events, soap spoilers and baby boomer nostalgia. Tips are greatly appreciated.
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