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by Ginger Voight

Created on: April 18, 2008

Ant hills and sugar trails
Feisty puppies, wagging tails
Lemonade sold at a stand
Castles built in the sand
Popsicles turning tongues blue
Finger paints, Elmer's glue
Peanut butter and strawberry jam
All made me what I am
The child I was I am today
Close my eyes, time steals away
To ant hills and sugar trails
Sugar and spice, puppy dog tails
Counting clouds in the sky
Forever in youth, never to die.

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Poetry: Ant hills

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by Gary Maclean

A dozen little mounds
A hundred little trails
A thousand little workers
All bustling on the hills

Hills as big as a wagon wheel
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by Bridie Cavanaugh

Laid across the landscape
Like castles made of sand
Each a fortress built by perseverance
And teamwork
Gateways to an unseen
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by Laura Leigh Fields

The human race is a lot like ants,
in a way we can not truly understand.
Our homes are our own personal mounds of dirt.
They
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by M. J. Joachim

Romantically Bitten
A romantic evening in the dark
Blanket on a hill
Bucket of ice with wine inside
Glasses already chilled
A
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by C. L. Craven

"War Declared"

I watch the line of soldiers carry
Crumbs of bread;
They do not tarry.
Back and forth they run their course
From

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