Little turtle, you like to dwell
Inside the safety of your shell,
Free from worry and free from care.
Who would not want to live in there?
But if somewhere you want to go
You must emerge, as you must know
And from the stress of life not shrink.
(We're more alike than you might think).
Ella M
26 July 2014 at 1:54 am
This is so beautiful, and I take it away as my Sabbath blessing.
susanduran
26 July 2014 at 7:06 am
The Little Turtle
There was a little turtle.
He lived in a box.
He swam in a puddle.
He climbed on the rocks.
He snapped at a mosquito.
He snapped at a flea.
He snapped at a minnow.
And he snapped at me.
He caught the mosquito.
He caught the flea.
He caught the minnow.
But he didn't catch ME.
author: vachel lindsay
sctmtn
26 July 2014 at 3:06 pm
This turtle is lucky:
He lives not in a box.
He swims in the open
And freely climbs rocks.
I can't say for certain
If he snapped at a flea.
He didn't snap at you;
He didn't snap at me.
But had he snapped at you
He would have missed; you are
Quick as a lizard and
Faster than he by far.
But of speed be careful
And of quickness beware.
Don't forget the fable
Of the tortoise and hare.
susanduran
27 July 2014 at 7:52 am
sctmtn….You're a poet and you know it! nice poems for my two turtles in the lake…..
Thank you!
susanduran
27 July 2014 at 7:40 am
susanduran
27 July 2014 at 7:49 am
LESSON LEARNED RE: THE TORTOISE AND HARE…..
Slow and Sure is a good thing, but Fast and Reliable is better. You Snooze, You Lose!
Debbonnaire Kovacs
28 July 2014 at 7:26 pm
These comments are awesome! I have to say, I relate most to the first–YES, as a matter of fact, I'd like to remain in my shell!! But I'm learning to at least put out my head, hands, and feet. That way I can see, move, and do things.
🙂
Debbonnaire
PS–Poets one and all, you do know I'm forever seeking more contributions for this spot, right?
susanduran
29 July 2014 at 10:29 pm
Deb,
Right on! Sharing is caring.
If there's one tip I must learn from a turtle is to Slow Down.
Little turtle, you like to dwell
Inside the safety of your shell,
Free from worry and free from care.
Who would not want to live in there?
But if somewhere you want to go
You must emerge, as you must know
And from the stress of life not shrink.
(We're more alike than you might think).
This is so beautiful, and I take it away as my Sabbath blessing.
The Little Turtle
There was a little turtle.
He lived in a box.
He swam in a puddle.
He climbed on the rocks.
He snapped at a mosquito.
He snapped at a flea.
He snapped at a minnow.
And he snapped at me.
He caught the mosquito.
He caught the flea.
He caught the minnow.
But he didn't catch ME.
author: vachel lindsay
This turtle is lucky:
He lives not in a box.
He swims in the open
And freely climbs rocks.
I can't say for certain
If he snapped at a flea.
He didn't snap at you;
He didn't snap at me.
But had he snapped at you
He would have missed; you are
Quick as a lizard and
Faster than he by far.
But of speed be careful
And of quickness beware.
Don't forget the fable
Of the tortoise and hare.
sctmtn….You're a poet and you know it! nice poems for my two turtles in the lake…..
Thank you!
LESSON LEARNED RE: THE TORTOISE AND HARE…..
Slow and Sure is a good thing, but Fast and Reliable is better. You Snooze, You Lose!
These comments are awesome! I have to say, I relate most to the first–YES, as a matter of fact, I'd like to remain in my shell!! But I'm learning to at least put out my head, hands, and feet. That way I can see, move, and do things.
🙂
Debbonnaire
PS–Poets one and all, you do know I'm forever seeking more contributions for this spot, right?
Deb,
Right on! Sharing is caring.
If there's one tip I must learn from a turtle is to Slow Down.