A Small Explorer

From my mail box to the front porch
like an astronaut on the moon,
I watched him travel for several minutes
as he climbed each mountain and boulder.
Crossing each grand canyon with such ease
never tiring, legs moving so fast,
Leaving a shadow under his small legs,
how does he keep from becoming lost?
Near the porch he meet a friend, a brief exchange,
then under the weeds, continuing his journey.
A single ant must cover a huge area in a day,
is it the scent he follows or can he remember his way.

--Hubert Crowell

^{Š2010 Hubert C. Crowell}