Under the shell
Under the shell.
cold, wet, wheezy, with shell rot A tiny little tortoise, He didn't move a lot He needed a home so he came to us A tiny little tortoise who never made a fuss He didn't have a name He slept in a pot A tiny little tortoise safe by his basking spot He slept away the hours Hated all his showers A tiny little tortoise Wouldn't eat the flowers He hasn't grown much I hope he will be fine A tiny little tortoise, is a burst of sunshine A warning to the wicked A warning to the fool who smuggles gods creatures you don't care at all They hang onto life by a single thread Tiny little tortoises all could be dead What do they feel No one can tell A tiny little Tortoise Under his shell Cruel to the Tortoise for profit you go selfish as they come I hope you reap what you sow |
To me this poem is powerful. CBs anger is tinged with sadness at the evil deeds that people will do to make money at the expense of helpless creatures who do not have a voice.
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CB your poem is very moving. It is also clever. Makes you smile, makes you sad and makes you angry - all in a few verses. I have a big lump in my throat and a misty eye.
What is uplifting is someone like you that will do whatever they can to make a difference. Warms the soul. THANK YOU |
thanks Jan & Jonathan such kind words and you have the gauge of it. For years I have picked up the pieces of other peoples' total disregard for life. I hope it has made a little difference sometimes. I've got to believe they've lived 200 million years and hopefully 200 million more in relative peace, CB
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Well said, sometimes putting our feelings into a poem is a better way of expressing what we want to say to the world. Inspiring.
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Oh that is so good Clare. As already said, this poem expresses so much and you're just a superstar for rescuing and giving a chance of a good life to these precious shelled ones.
xxx |
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