hiding from the cold
of a brisk Autumn air
a snail creeps along
singing his little song
I don’t care if I’m just a snail
God loves me and sunbeams
warm my soul, sang the snail
as he puttered along
Though majestic as the mountains are
and roaring seas remind all of their might
or winds that howl through the night
though I am just a snail
I too belong, sang my friend
as he puttered along.
The story of the snail… just puttering along.
(Pic is by Jon Sullivan who has released it into the public domain)
Thanks for stopping by and reading my blog! I post weekly poems on my website the Poet’s Heart for those who enjoy poems.
(Just Puttering Along is from my newest
book ‘When Shall the Butterfly Rest’ available on Amazon )
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