The Lord sent me an inchworm
One day when I was blue.
He sent the creature to amuse
Me and instruct me, too.
His fur was lush and midnight black,
Twin dots all down his spine.
His front was built just like his back;
At which end did he dine????
I have misnamed him, I’m afraid,
Caterpillar’s hard to scan.
I sneaked in “inchworm” ‘cause it worked
(Like cheating thinks it can).
But he’s a caterpillar like
It says on his i.d.
He dines upon rose petals
And was sent to visit me.
Mrs. Hidley has been writing prose and poetry for her own amusement and that of her family and friends and others for most of her 73 years. And one of her ten grandchildren is named Kalliope. She has lived in Walla Walla, Washington; Frankfurt and Bremerhaven, Germany; Upper New York State; Enid, Oklahoma; Montgomery and Prattville, Alabama; Lubbock, Texas; Dover, Delaware; West Palm Beach, Florida; Goose Bay, Labrador; Washington, D.C.; Fairfield, California; Omaha, Nebraska; and now resides in Ojai (Nest-of-the-Moon), California, where she continues to write.
Sparks of Calliope 