Spiders of all kinds

My Spider Man

Can’t shoot web out of his palms

Or

Crawl up the sides of buildings

My Spider Man

Does not wear skin-fitting outfits

Or

Wear fancy masks

Yet

There’s something very special ‘bout

My Spider Man

Because

Of all the things he can do

Like fall a tree that touches the sky

Or

Dig a well that’s gone dry

Fix a car

Grow a flower

Yes

My Spider Man

Has all kinds of power

Full of strength and the greatest resolve

A specialist by trade

A man that can do it all

Fix a meal

Wash a dish

My Spider Man

Is not a

Comic book character

A crusading hero

A caricature or a cartoon

He’s a man that can shoot a gun

Or

Catch fish with rod and reel

My Spider Man

Means so much to me

The way he asks for my opinion

Or patiently answers the question

I have asked a million times

My Spider Man

Is not perfect

For no man can be

But the one thing

I can count on

When it comes to him

Is

His knowledge of the natural world

For his roots grow deep

Beneath his feet

My Spider Man

Knows the difference

Between

A forest and its trees

But

My Spider Man

Is not the guy

You see on TV

He is the one

That takes care of me

Except

When a real spider crawls by

For there’s one thing he can’t stand

Spiders and Spiders and Spiders

No matter what kind