jim foulk

Rookie (july 7,1943 / des moines iowa)

Tortosise And The Hare: The True Story - Poem by jim foulk

So you think tortoise
won the race,
not so.

Today the last
of Hare's descendants
passed on.

Oh his death
bed from his
lips came this,

my great, great
so many grandfather
was bribed,

to throw the race,
to the Tortoise
by the way of carrots,

his greatest weakness
you didn't really think
the Tortoise could have
won do you. Then he passed on.

wrote 4-14-07

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 14, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, February 14, 2011


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