William H.A. Willbond MSM, CD

THE ANTS

We moved into a dry stark area down at the plains on Oneisha Farm
Brens firing in the hills by Turks each night were causing harm
The trucks had moved into an area that before was undisturbed
The ants in their hills around my trench were moving, quite perturbed

I watched them in their columns as they carried their eggs on by
And Buddy dropped a locust in, off the rad, it could not fly
The ants they made quick work of him as soon they sucked him dry
Soldiers took insects off the rads to feed ants, you’d wonder why?

The black ants came from up the hill whilst the lads were on patrol
They watched to see what they would do – which group would take control?
The red ants that were moving were a much smaller group
But they were fierce and they attacked just like an army troop

To watch the ants was quite a thing; It helped me to realize
Many of God’s creatures lived there with me beneath hot clear Cypriot skies
The going back and forth of trucks forced the ants in the area to flee
The watching as the ant convoys passed was quite a thing to see!

They carried leaf bits and hunks of wood; they carried wee blades of grass
To build a new nest they worked without rest as daily I watched them pass
They had quite a system leaving their guards outside of the old nest
These guards they seemed a wee bit bigger and stronger than the rest

I often think about those hard working ants of so many years ago
Now that I’m old and feeble and my movements are getting slow
They were organized and hard working – they protected nest and young
And I learned some valuable lessons whilst digging bunkers in the sun!

Author’s Note: Locusts (large grasshoppers) would get caught in the vehicle radiators – the driver’s would clean them off and drop them in the ant hill to feed the ants!

IWVPA Double Tap Award for War Poetry: October 1, 2007
Awarded: October 1, 2007