Rovers Secret
Once upon a fairy tale,
Lived a colony of tiny folk
Who decided to set sail,
Because across the pool
Lay greener pastures
Of which they wanted
To become masters.
For tiny folk to cross this pool
Took courage, had to be so
Strong and bold,
Clever little people, none a fool,
Would, take three days, and it
Was Winter, the water icy cold,
Took too much with them in their
Frail small boat,
Only twenty carefully got in,
Pioneers, ready to make history,
The leader thought.
So off they set, across foreign water
Three families of extended kin!
Suddenly a loud noise and high waves,
Rocked their boat, they had no control
Rover the Labrador had jumped
Into the pool,
A tsunami capsized them, they chocked,
Spluttered, but hung onto their boat,
And thus they kept afloat.
Then they saw Rover,
His mouth wide open, he scooped
Them up gently as they
Rested on his tongue, strangely they
Were unafraid for they had seen
Rover across the pool playing on
Pastures green,
This Labrador wanted to play
To while his time away,
But instead saved them from drowning,
Took them back from whence they came,
And slowly lay them down
Rover the Labrador had earned his fame,
He barked and wagged his tail
These little humans spoke and run
And cried and laughed, he
Loved them straight away
The tiny adventurers, did not fail
They were happy living beneath a
A large green bush, with little homes
Made out of sticks and leaves,
Right now these little folk
Were safe, but remain a mystery,
Only Rover knew and he could
Never tell,
Where his new found friends dwell!
And the moral of this tale,
Is things are not always greener
On the other side,
Rather hold on to what you
Have, with pride.
Copyright ©
Jennifer Proxenos
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