Leopold, the Hang Gliding Spider
Leopold sat on his widow sill
waiting for the wind to blow,
he planned to sail on a wing of web
where ever the wind would go.
He wanted to travel far and wide
on a marvelous expedition,
to see all there was to see,
there was no end to his ambition.
It depended on that pesky wind,
from where the wind would blow,
he could fly over mountain tops
where he’d marvel at the snow.
He could glide along the coastline
and watch the crashing surf,
or rise above the countryside
and look down on emerald turf.
A southerly would take him north
to Alice Springs and Uluru,
he might see the Simpson desert
and the far off Kakadoo.
He might fly upon a westerly
to the Great Dividing Range,
or view the mighty Murray
and places new and strange.
A south westerly would take him
to the blue Pacific ocean,
so he’d better packed his bathers
and a jar of sunburn lotion.
A northerly would fly him
south across the stormy seas,
way down to the cold Antarctic
where his toes would surely freeze.
But when the wind did blow
it was just a gentle breeze,
so he flew across the park
and landed in some trees.
© Ken Vincent April 2011
