April 8, 2011 by orangemarmaladebooks
Under the Ground
by Rhoda W. Bacmeister
What is under the grass,
Way down in the ground,
Where everything is cool and wet
With darkness all around?
Little pink worms live there;
Ants and brown bugs creep
Softly round the stones and rocks
Where roots are pushing deep.
Do they hear us walking
On the grass above their heads;
Hear us running over
While they snuggle in their beds?