~by Lawrence “Mack” Hall

(For the Children of Summer) 

Wisteria, ivy, and grape: they cling

To the oak tree’s shaggy, craggy old bark

And up it and down it themselves they fling

Wandering paths with many a loop and arc

Among wisteria, ivy, and grape

Almost hidden highways, up to the sky

That make green pilgrim roads for little folk

For tiny bugs and ants, who cannot fly

But in their journeys play and peek and poke

Among wisteria, ivy, and grape

The little creatures climb along leaf and limb –

Oh, wouldn’t you like to be one of them!

Among wisteria, ivy, and grape

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