I’m toiling away in the boiling hot sun,
When all other insects are having some fun.
I don’t wear a shirt – not even some pants -
It’s a very hard life for a poor little ant.
I forage for food and I maintain the nest.
My work is so hard but I don’t get depressed.
I’m one of a family who’re learning our skills,
Digging our tunnels and building our hills.
From the break of the day until setting of sun,
We toil in the heat whilst there’s work to be done:
Defending our colonies and climbing up plants -
It’s an industrious life for this tired little ant.
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Published poem: Chosen by teachers and children in many schools of West Yorkshire and published in 2010 in "Josie's Poems: Nature" by AMS Educational Publishers, Leeds. I do hope you like this poem too. Josie