King Tortoise (poem) 2010

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How steadily he walks, never tiring


How does the creature even move


The weight of a world on his back


A grand world from the outside,


Untamed, unpolished, with great hills and mountains


Specked with browns and reds and blacks and golds


A marvelous array of some rare unknown marble


Onward he trudges, one stout leg at a time


Determined soul, no matter how slow


He shall get to where he needs


Though his skin be rough


Like ground sand


Tan and grey


Freckled


Sun-dried


Like a desert


Still beach-bound


For a salted aqua home


A long day’s journey, he returns


Scooting to waves, he finds new ground


Slow mass of shell and rough, no more is he


Gliding wet and free, as if given magical powers


He fades into the cool dark, submersed in his home


Sort of funny how that works


In the grand scheme of things


When given the longest lives


Some creatures take their time

Allie
Perhaps that's the secret....we must all learn to take our time..and if we are at peace with ourselves anyplace is home..I enjoyed reading this Lauren.
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