The Tortoise Poem by Christoph Praus

The Tortoise



A living castle he,
Impervious, imperious ponderously,
He charges into aeons,
Sunders all upon his path,
And in his wake are bluebells,
Chiming warning to his foes,
That tis best to be away,
Lest they be crushed beneath his toes;

Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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