This poem was written under the influence of a very powerful substance....Mozart! Enjoy! The Turtle When I was shorter than the cabinets at home, We found a turtle. He couldn’t have been more than a few inches long, But there he was, floating in our local pool. We scooped the young creature up, And took him home. We thought he would find good company With our other aquatic friends. The goldfish did not take to him, Biting him as he flapped helplessly underwater. In the end my youthful tears could not stop the inevitable. I was given a lesson in freedom, When we released them all into a pond near the house. I am that turtle despite the clichés. My aquarium is morphing into a pond, Complete with the usual people nipping you from all directions. But turtles have thicker skin, That’s why they do not fear the pond. My turtle is floating today, Sailing down the stream of Consciousness, Into the Sea of Recollection.
