Digging Up Surprises
For years my father
Dug up his buddy, tilling
His garden for spring.
Never using his Roto
But, shoveling so slowly.
Dad was afraid that
His garden friend, might be hurt
By roto-tilling.
Painfully Dad partook of,
His cautious task so slowly.
You see, for many
years, Dad’s buddy surprised him;
Greeting him the same.
In a shovel full of dirt,
His friend, a terrapin, lay.
Dad always looked him
Over, for some injuries,
Very carefully,
Placed him in the grass until
He had finished the tilling.
For about one whole
Decade that old terrapin,
Would turn up each time;
As the garden grew, Dad fed
His friend lettuce, carrots, beans…
Dad was so attached;
That turtle, he did rate and
Dad loved that little
Creature like he was his best
Friend; turtle always came back.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2018
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