At the time I wrote this, pen to paper, sitting next to my daughter who is sitting on the potty, I don’t know yet if I am 305 certified. I’m feeling hopeful that i am, but that’s not what I want to focus on. I want to take a moment to reflect on the journey.
What better place to start, than the beginning?
Continue readingI stepped on the boulders
With my hands an feet
They swiveled and crumpled
Underneath me.
The heat radiated on each stone
Passing through my bones.
The stretch of gray was long and hard
I wasn’t even sure how I had made it thus far.
The ground beneath me began to shake
I hid in my shell to keep safe.
Suddenly I was lifted high, high above the ground
A thunderous, rumbling sound
Coming at me from all around.
Perhaps this was just another dream?
Suddenly we began to take wing.
I was soared through the air
At such a fast speed
The wind whistled through my ears
Before I was dropped into the cushion of green.
Finally I had reach my destination!
Thanks to some sort of divine intervention.
The sun glistened off the thick blades.
I think I will rest take a rest.
I thought it would be fun to write a poem in the point of view of that little turtle ^^^^ Me and my mom found him during our walk and put him in the grass so he wouldn’t get smooshed. He was the tiniest turtle I had ever seen. Just a wee baby that fit in the very palm of her hand.
