The Ant Rocks
By paddyjohnston
Sun, 12 Jun 2011
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A long-awaited exchange
Of mutual existence
Recalls a name, long-forgotten
But instantly familiar.
As children, thrown unceremoniously
Into holidays and grandparents,
The rocks of Westward Ho!
Were a cornucopia of caves
In which to hide and seek,
To laugh and dream.
So we called them ’The Ant Rocks’
Because we were tiny as insects
In our pale skins we would soon outgrow,
Tiny as ants,
In a world we wrongly believed
Was run by the ’grown-ups’.
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Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
This piece certainly gets you thinking.
Great read.
Jenny.
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new Paddyjohnstone
Enjoyed. like the last stanza
so we called them the 'Ant Rocks
Because we were tiny as insects
In our pale skins we soon outgrow,
Tiny as ants,
In a world we wrongly believed
Was run by the 'grown-ups'.
yes, definitely get's me thinking to.
Good reading at the "Wheatsheaf".
cavalcaderl julie
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