They stuck to my socks,
Clung to my pant legs,
And even managed to
Attach them selves to my sweater.
Some are pointy and barbed,
While others are just
Rough, sticky, and
I sat on the porch picking them off
One by one,
Since it is impossible to just
Brush them away.
One cannot walk in the fields and woods this fall
Without giving them a most unwelcome ride,
So I remove them carefully,
As they can even hang on through the wash!
Now, carrying my pile of riders
Into the house to the garbage pail,
So as not to plant them in the lawn,
One pokes my ankle and
It becomes apparent that some
Are still hitchhiking!
Cerita M. Hewett