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Array ( [sid] => 9862 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Jim [time] => 2003-01-06 11:00:00 [hometext] => This ant taught me something. [bodytext] =>
Once I saw an ant
Walking upon a grid
He could not find his way
No matter what he did

To and fro he walked
Side to side he paced
Yet no matter where he trod
The same destination he faced

Becoming more and more confused
His thinking became unsound
Until I could see
His confusion was quite profound

Searching for his direction
Yet too confused to say
He lost touch with friends and family
Somewhere along the way

First one way then another
No light could he see
Until at last
He felt trapped - no more free

Slower and slower
Across the grid he moved
Until at last
All hope was removed

As I watched him falter
Sensed his hopes growing dim
A name came to mind
I would call him Jim

Just as hope was lost
His spirit all but thru
Another ant appeared
Then more came into view

Gently picking him up
With compassion plain to see
His strength was quickly restored
By the love of family

Russ
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Jim

Contributed by Lone_er on Monday, 6th January 2003 @ 11:00:00 AM in AEST
Topic: oops




Once I saw an ant
Walking upon a grid
He could not find his way
No matter what he did

To and fro he walked
Side to side he paced
Yet no matter where he trod
The same destination he faced

Becoming more and more confused
His thinking became unsound
Until I could see
His confusion was quite profound

Searching for his direction
Yet too confused to say
He lost touch with friends and family
Somewhere along the way

First one way then another
No light could he see
Until at last
He felt trapped - no more free

Slower and slower
Across the grid he moved
Until at last
All hope was removed

As I watched him falter
Sensed his hopes growing dim
A name came to mind
I would call him Jim

Just as hope was lost
His spirit all but thru
Another ant appeared
Then more came into view

Gently picking him up
With compassion plain to see
His strength was quickly restored
By the love of family

Russ




Copyright © Lone_er ... [ 2003-01-06 11:00:00]
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Re: Jim (User Rating: 1 )
by EmptyWords on Monday, 6th January 2003 @ 11:29:38 AM AEST
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lol Very sweet buddy,it will give the ladies something to "awwww" about.Family bonds are strong and help us through many times in life,i know mine do anyway..... despite my depressing writes my kids help me through alot and just like here,help me up when im down.Ive read all your poetry,awaiting the next one.Keep it up

Peace


Re: Jim (User Rating: 1 )
by OreO on Tuesday, 7th January 2003 @ 02:10:11 AM AEST
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Russ why do you keep doing this to me ? *smiles* I enjoyed reading this one soo much and it was just an ant.....an ant to inspire this ...your talent shines through my friend.......ah...never stop writing...this one i loved...
.:*~*:.OreO.:*~*:.


Re: Jim (User Rating: 1 )
by GEQUETSCHT on Tuesday, 7th January 2003 @ 06:34:54 PM AEST
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this is really good. Ive been inspired by a stuffed animal once, but it very um.. awsome, when some one can write a poem on somthing that seems so insignificant as an ant.. iim amazed by this..
Mit liebe und umarmungen
Ali


Re: Jim (User Rating: 1 )
by Jacquelynne on Thursday, 9th January 2003 @ 02:52:56 PM AEST
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Jim...I have friend named jim...I really liked your poem, it was cool that you were inspired by an ant...




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