Hi, My Friends,
For those, who think I’ve gone all heavy and socially aware in my writings, here’s a lighter offering. Within this poem, you may find a glaring lapse of grammar. I know… I know… but anything for the rhyme. Stash
The Other Side of the Garden Wall
Said little snail to the worm beside him,
“I wish I had mouse
Then I could ride him.”
“I’d be able to travel from here to there…
In the blink of an eye…
As fast as the air.”
“There’s a great big world I’m wanting to see.
There’s excitement and adventure
Just waiting for me.”
This revelation caught worm off guard,
As he was content exploring
His own backyard.
Said squiggly worm:
“What you’re looking for can be found right here.
If you leave, all you’ll discover
Is disappointment, I fear.”
But snail’s yearning could not be dissuaded.
He found a spry mouse
And his trip… he made it.
He travelled north, south, east and west,
Putting his theory
To the test.
He journeyed to where the grass looked greener.
But what looked so fat
Turned out much leaner.
Folks were the same wherever he roamed.
His eyes wide opened,
Snail returned home.
He wanted to share what he had found
But the garden was empty
There was no sound.
Worm had gone on a surprise fishing jaunt.
Something he didn’t need.
Something he didn’t want.
A foot, a shovel… and he was took.
Wiggling and squiggling
On a pointy hook.
This story has a moral buried within.
Whether at home or away…
Sometimes you just can’t win.
Stash