Myrtle the Turtle

Myrtle the Turtle There once was a turtle named Myrtle. She could speed through a maze and climb a hurdle. While she was small, she was a friend to all. And remained safe from a kitchen overhaul. Years passed as she raced for many children. Through mazes designed in childlike fashion. Lined up building blocks, her corridor defined. Faster than all the others, her speediness shined. She heard cheering children as she plodded fast. Quicker than lightening our childhood flew past. Playing on the floor so much laughter roaring. A turtle named Myrtle beget years of adoring. But then the day came when she was big and fat. Myrtle somehow disappeared; imagine that! Fear and distraught brought a terrible rouse. Frantically we searched running house to house. Never discovered though we searched with quickstep. Three children sat crying on their front porch step. We thought she had been taken to become turtle soup! It was a devastating day for the turtle-loving group. Surprisingly, later, in a nearby pond Where a neighborhood boy with our playmate did abscond. We saw Myrtle, our turtle, and her baby turtles, too. She had escaped turtle soup and made freedom's debut. © August 3, 2010 Dane Smith-Johnsen