Post Turtle
On a country road, cruising with no real destination.
The windows are rolled down and the grass smells
and other digested grass smells assaulted my nostrils blatantly.
Wheat is waving in the fields proud and graceful.
When I spy a turtle sitting on a fence post, looking scared
and rowing his legs trying hard to get free of this pillar he has been placed
upon. I wonder how he got there and know a dumb trickster was the culprit that
put him there. The turtle had no hopes of getting any where, and doesn't know what
to do while he is up there.
It is up to me to put him down quietly, take away his suffering. He deffinitely did not climb that post by himself. I wonder why some one put him there.... all alone struggling to be safe and have a purpose.
Reminded me of a sincere politician....just pointless!
**I got an email with a similar story on it.
Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2010
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