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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2019 3:11:36 GMT -6
The Hills
I stand above,
looking down
at all of them.
At this little “town”
that strives for superiority.
I watch.
They watch.
But I am too blind to see.
I kneel to watch
them move to and fro.
Incessantly they go.
Some carry.
Some pull.
They work as one.
Together they will
get the work done.
And I wonder what it is like way down below?
I suppose this question's answer I will in time know.
I wonder would I fit better with this society?
I watch them as I wonder underneath this giant tree.
I stand again,
looking down.
Could I destroy it all
with just a scrape of my shoe?
They would rebuild
while in spirit I would only fall.
And I wonder what it is like way down below?
I have come to think the question's answer I already know.
I will not destroy their tiny hills.
They know so much we have yet to learn.
I will not fall but rise even if I am only to burn.
--msl2019
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Post by lostineternity99 on Oct 12, 2019 3:44:35 GMT -6
This sounds like ant hills with their cooperation as they energetically work together ... nice writing, Mike
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Post by QueenFoxy on Oct 12, 2019 9:18:55 GMT -6
This is a very imaginative bit of writing, Michael. Love it.
I envisioned a race of giants watching us earthlings as we go about our day.
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Oct 12, 2019 9:45:38 GMT -6
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Post by AquarianM on Oct 12, 2019 9:45:38 GMT -6
Ants are amazing creatures. Best to not get in their way. Cool poem.
Dan
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Post by Catlady2710 on Oct 12, 2019 11:19:54 GMT -6
It's like a god looking down upon men, but somehow that God is like an outsider wishing he could become a part of their community.
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