Poem -
S.A.F.E
there were worms on the path
struggling and squirming
caught in the tarmack
sun's rays on them, burning
i picked them up gently, as
gently as I could
placed them in safety
pleased i'd done good
and I thought to myself...
maybe god
had done the same
for you
M P 19/3/21
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and so I'm sure He does! nice write!............................................lad
I really do pick up worms off the path, hate suffering. Maybe it's the same principle Jim, who.knows x
Awwww ❤️💕❤️
I love this poem for all it says and stands for. However...👀 ... I also have a problem with it. Not anything to do with your writing...that is beyond reproach. This is a very, very decent poem. My problem is with 👀 ... the Wriggly things...👀 I hate them. I do. They make my blood run cold. Been like it all my life. I see a worm and in my head it is going to fly up off the pavement and wrap itself around my ankles, or stick in my hair, or jump in my mouth or crawl up my nose. Irrational? Hell yeah BUT my brain wont accept that. I truly, truly hate them. 🤣🤣🤣 I can honestly say that the ONLY reason I carried on reading as soon as I saw the w word was because YOU wrote it. I love your work that much!! ❤❤x
Lol...that is such a complement...thankyou. I can't believe you don't like wriggly squirmy squishy things 😆😆😆
🤣🤣🤣🤣 I really dont like them! I cannot deal with them at all! So, yeah, big big compliment to you that I read it! 🤣🤣 x