ANT!
The humble ant is not given much thought by the human, unless it is to complain about the ant.
But all things have a purpose, and that of ant is far from humble for ant is the one who helps to clean and recycle.
When you think of ant, what comes to mind: the little bug who spoils the picnic, the one who gets into the sugar?
... Or the steady worker who can lift many times their weight; who clears away the dead of both bug and plant kind?
Fascinating if you take the time to watch, how well they work together to do a job that might otherwise be impossible.
Together they build their home, clean it, feed the young, and care for each other nothing is wasted, one can see the polite way they meet, greet, and treat one another.
The colony comes first, it is the important thing, there is no self or selfishness, there is no greed or hoarding, no collecting of “things,” to make one seem better than another.
Yes, strange little creatures are they not, in my mind there is the thought, there is much that mankind could learn from the simple life of ant!
©Copyright November 2, 2007 by Singing Cloud (Sheila Williams)
This poem prompted the following banter between Colin Jones, Tony Pahl, and Melanie Campos
ANTS
On November 3, 2007, Colin wrote:
They have eleph-ants in Africa; they are huge!
To which Tony replied:
And not to be ped-ant-ic, but we would be concomit-ant that eleph-ants have gig-ant-ic attend-ant and protuber-ant appendages too… and I don’t me-an t-o be sycoph-ant-ic in any manner!
Colin replied with:
your ench-ant-ing response makes me p-ant with ant-icipation, Ant-hony.
Thus prompting Melanie to respond with:
'N' uncle and Lady Crouss-ant
Lived in the meadows of euphori-ant
Feeding the birds with carb-uncles
Until they ate very uncle-an seeds
And disturbed their delicate digest-ant