Daddy Long Legs
Can you spot them,
as we trundle past?
Can you see them,
rise from tufts of grass?
Look, they fly
like dandelion seeds!
Watch their legs move,
tickling the breeze!
See how far
their gangly legs can stretch,
thin as pencil lines –
a living sketch.
And their wings
are pale as wisps of hair.
Can you see them
glimmer in the air?
Soon they’ll leave
with summer’s dying light.
Watch them flit
like fairies out of sight.
as we trundle past?
Can you see them,
rise from tufts of grass?
Look, they fly
like dandelion seeds!
Watch their legs move,
tickling the breeze!
See how far
their gangly legs can stretch,
thin as pencil lines –
a living sketch.
And their wings
are pale as wisps of hair.
Can you see them
glimmer in the air?
Soon they’ll leave
with summer’s dying light.
Watch them flit
like fairies out of sight.
This poem is copyright (©) Mims Sully 2025
About the Writer
Mims Sully
Mims is a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominated poet from Sussex, England. Her poetry for adults has been widely published both in print and online. She has recently started writing poetry for children and her poem 'Rock Pooling' can be found in issue 5 of Tyger Tyger. When not writing, she loves to bake cakes, read and tend to her ever-increasing house plant collection.
