SAID the redwood tree, "What is time to me? I was old when the bronze man came. And the mammoth's hide Scraped against my side And I heard the mastodon trumpet his pride. And one by one at my feet they died. Ten thousand years in my heart I hide." But the beetle smiled, As she bored and filed And she laid her egg and she hatched her child. And she said to her grub "Oh, my patient cub I shall die at dawn— But the work goes on. By the worm and the slug And the hungry bug Bite by bite Mite by mite Shall his death be dug." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRIGHTNESS AS A POIGNANT LIGHT by DAVID IGNATOW ONE OF THE LEAST OF THESE, MY LITTLE ONE' by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ALIENS (TO YOU - EVERYWHERE! DEDICATED) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO MARY CHURCH TERRELL - LECTURER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE RUSSIAN ARMY GOES INTO BAKU by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 3. THAILALND by KAREN SWENSON |