Have you ever seen a spider flyon thin silk cross a stream?Sitting here on moss so softa breeze rushing through the trees,I watched old spider sparkle passedon sun’s warm golden rays.He lit upon a fine old stumpon shore not far away.I saw him catch a wisp once moreto a leaf that’s right nearby.Then, with a sigh I whispered soft,…………I wish all could see you fly, oh fly the way you did,…….On thin silk cross a stream.
While sitting on the bank of a small stream in the Rocky Mountains, my wife and I noticed thin threads floating across the stream. Upon futher investigation we realized that they were actually small spiders that had let out a strand of silk to catch the breeze and float across the stream. At dinner that night she asked me to write a poem about it, so I did. This is a copywrited work.
The poem actually won a contest and was published. The body of the poem wrote quickly but the ending took me nearly two years to decide on.