Turtles Pace…

Time flies when having fun,

When missing someone,

Time moves at turtles pace,

We are always in a race,

Wanting things to happen right away, tis’ true …

Time brings on all things in it’s own good time,

So we have to wait, the waiting making the getting more enjoyable,

Fully realizing that we cannot move time at a faster pace,

Though we try our best to access this trait, usually with little or no grace…

We have amongst us, a poet of extreme talent and a wonderful face,

Kate Clifford is her name; she is moving and will be off of our place,

For more time than we can stand, a month or more, I am ready to embrace,

This time she is gone, but only because it is necessary,

Please dearest Kate; return yourself to our place, with a great deal of haste…

              © ed – 3/21/04