Friday, April 1, 2011


This time teacher gave me a bigger poem to learn.
It is a poem about ants .

The busy ant works hard all day 
And never stops to rest or play .

He carries things ten times his size 
And never grumbles whines or cries.

And even climbing flower stalks
He always runs, he never walks .

He loves his works ,he never tires ,
And never puffs ,pants or sweats .

Yet though I praise his boundless vim 
I am really not found of him.

a poem by Walter R Brooks