Perhaps One Day
by Franz L Kessler
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
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Yesterday morning, dry crisp air, I saw
A snail on her stubborn path
Crossing a dry tar road
Running out of slime
Facing a dry morning sun, vehicles,
Dehydration and death
I seized the little coiled house, and put it
Into wet fresh dew grass beyond
When walking home, I thought:
Perhaps, one day, some entity
- You may call whatever you like -
Will grab me and put me onto my
Own, fresh pasture lands
© 2008 by Franz L Kessler
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|Reviewed by john salmon
|We all need help getting from one side to the other, nice write.|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Hugely meaningful, Franz. I would have done the same. I can relate. Thank you for sharing a most special moment of decision to act. Love and peace,
|Reviewed by Linda Hill
I love this, the last lines tell it all.
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Wouldn't we all like to see that happen to us, to be put where we would then thrive...good to see you, its quite sometime since last you wrote...Ed|
|Reviewed by Sara Coslett
|Yes, excellent observation on the desire in each of us to be protected. I wish you safe travels Franz. Be well! ~ Sara|
|Reviewed by Sandie May Angel-Joyce
|We all wish for that. Wonderful write, Frank!!!
Sandie Angel :o)