The Turtle And Me Poem by Keith Parsons

I saw a turtle crawl on by
Unconcerned with me
He came to rest near my shoe
Me leaning on a knee

I looked about his sturdy home
He carries on his back
And I just like the turtle’s dome
Carry heavy pack

The house in which the turtle lives
Strong and somewhat dry
The Eskimo and other folk
Borrowed his design

But more important than the shell
The turtle has a place
No matter where he comes to rest
He inside feels safe

His home may not amount to much
But then, it is his home
Like mine when I am safe inside
I’m tucked away till dawn

So there we were just he and I
Summoned on this day
To ponder each the other’s life
A lesson for our way