~by Lawrence “Mack” Hall
(For the Children of Summer)
Wisteria, ivy, and grape: they cling
To the oak tree’s shaggy, craggy old bark
And up it and down it themselves they fling
Wandering paths with many a loop and arc
Among wisteria, ivy, and grape
Almost hidden highways, up to the sky
That make green pilgrim roads for little folk
For tiny bugs and ants, who cannot fly
But in their journeys play and peek and poke
Among wisteria, ivy, and grape
The little creatures climb along leaf and limb –
Oh, wouldn’t you like to be one of them!
Among wisteria, ivy, and grape