The Snail
Early morning, Carl Schurz Park,
And something caught my eye.
Right near my foot, a snail was
Inching forward, my oh my!
For surely someone on the path
Would crush his lovely shell;
Protection-wise, it really didn’t
Serve him very well.
I found a leaf and hoped he’d crawl
Upon it; what I’d planned
Was to move him to a place both safe
And on some grassy land.
A stranger saw me crouching down
And asked was I okay.
I pointed to the snail and thought
He’d soon be on his way.
But “Let me help” was what he said.
He lifted up the leaf
And found the perfect placement
Which, to all, was a relief.
He asked my name and shook my hand;
Our goodbye smiles agreed
That, by noticing the small things,
We’d both done a real good deed.
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