A Spider called Bruce

Written by Freddie Mac.
9th June 2003.

I hear the rain upon my window as the stiffening breeze blows round
and the little birds they cease their bouncing while at play,
I can hear the clock tick-tocking as its pendulum swings to and fro
where every stroke takes another second from my day.

As I look outside my window to the trees swaying to and fro
an amazing battle occurs before my very eyes,
A tiny creature fights the breeze as if it was in a hurricane
failing to spin a web no matter how hard it tries.

I find this battle against the elements a pretty awesome sight
as the fury of Mother Nature starts to grow and roar,
"This spider is not succeeding and must surely give up the fight"
are my thoughts as the wind blows chillier a little more.

Again the spider pauses before beginning that monumental climb
to the summit which must look like Mt Everest way up there,
A silky strand of gossamer needs to be strong as a hawser on a ship
although it looks more fragile than any human hair.

Like a trapeze artist at the circus without a safety net
the little spider spins with precision and with zeal,
Although the rain is getting heavy and the sky is getting dark
this task requires great courage and a nerve of steel.

My heart was full of admiration at the tenacity that I saw
from that wee beastie who didn't understand the meaning of defeat,
Then my mind wandered to a tale that my teachers used to tell
about a King hiding in a cave to shelter from icy sleet.

This story is a true one about how a Kingdom was almost lost
his nation against an overpowering army he had to save,
His men were bloodied and battered and he saw no hope in sight
until that day he saw the spider in that welcome cave.

He watched a lesson in perseverance that he never would forget
as sixfold times the spider's web was blown down,
On the seventh attempt of trying the web was anchored to the rock
and Robert the Bruce knew what was needed to save his crown.

So that spider settled up in my tree is now called Bruce
and his message of hope to the world will remain,
That no matter the struggle or how hopeless things seem
"If at first you don't succeed,Try, Try, Try again".

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