Down to meek country I once came
and saw a turtle with no name.
Amidst brown stalks the fence posts rest,
upon one which the turtle sets.
It’s tattered shell lit by the sun,
the turtle’s heart gives thanks to none.
“For by my might, strong courage, life,
do I now rest from grounded strife.”
Though lifted head is brought to see
live flowing rippled fields of green,
barring life will his pride divide
from turtle’s eyes, truth turned aside.
“Gifted soul with new risen heights,
am I not worthy of your sights?”
While turtle basks safe in it’s dream,
the truth remains for you to gleam.
About the Creator
John Howland
Just a man who loves the simple things in life: Mountains, music, poetry, photography, and coffee...definitely coffee. Hold on scratch that, now I sound like a hipster.
I hope my words and photos can help inspire your creativity, enjoy!
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