The Crickets Date: Wednesday, 3rd November 2010 @ 09:29:17 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: Lyre Under grasses God abounds, Above wet or arid grounds, There live them, the small crickets, To whom we're sometimes pickets, But hark the night without them, Surely you'll prepare to beam, For silence scares us, More than the natural world has! This poem is Copyright © Lyre Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=163050