Poem September 16, 2002 Issue

For a kid who loves bugs

By Caryl Krueger

The hour has come to go to bed.
A cuddly pillow for my head.
I thank you, God, who cares for me.
You keep me happy, good, and free.
You show me all the joys of life—
 Your caring keeps me free from strife.
And one more thing I want to say
When thinking of this perfect day:
Bless bugs and creatures large and small.
You keep them safe, and me, and all.