The ants grasp

Fri, 10/06/2017 - 05:28 -- Pereme

The little ant who bit my hand

Who makes his home in hard sand

& protects his brother's land


Your jaws are fierce

Even my skin they pierce


Have nothing to fear

You are a strong dear

Stand with your beautiful peers 


There is no maze you cannot build

You are apart of a Great Guild

We shall share the field

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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