by Jonathan Thorogood

Created on: July 21, 2009

Oh stalwart ant of the oaken tree,

Lend me your ears and your wide eyes to see,

How much I strive to be like you,

With leaf you shred and earth you hew,

To be a part of something and never be alone,

And reap the benefits of fortune sown,

But most of all I see in your kind,

A warrior's heart and a cunning mind,

For I know the story from way back when,

Of how you became the mighty Myrmidons,

Those soldiers of Peleus bestowed with countless decrees,

That became the worthy peers of the raging Achilles,

But standing before me is only a shrouded tree,

Filled with ants of fire and night roaming fair and free.

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