He trundles wet pavement, fresh from showers
plodding through igloos of newborn droplets
steadfast and determined on his voyage
down black soaked tarmac to green leafed pasture
brave and bold cut out of natures mould
his slippery heels are worth 18 wheels
Squat and sturdy with herculean grace
his body is an oiled caravan
nurtured in shield of Celtic filigree
in whirlwinds of a graffiti gallery
grazing the skies with sharp antenna eyes
his shells a shrine to Fibonacci divined
leading the race at his own special pace
hes a wunderkind of perseverance
taking his time to the finishing line
for its tenacity that wins this marathon
a disciplined engine of slim tread suspension
the snails a grinder of a prized bullfighter
hes no chump but a crawling superman
Beautiful poem. You are a keen observer, Kevin. I loved the way you ascribe the mathematical beauty of the shell alluding to Fibonacci sequences
This is a brilliant homage, Kevin. This goes directly to myfavourites.
Through the exquisite poem, I witnessed the snail meandering around, captivating our hearts. It is an exceptional piece of writing. Full 5****.
in giving this small creature an awesome dignity you challenge us to forge our way through life with such fortitude and dignity
I keep reading it over and over and find myself in awe at your snail-slug-tiny ignored life form struggling in heroic manner against the powers of Nature! ! !
when you can write an awesome poem about a lowly slug--that is called supreme talent--- absolutely perfect, my friend! ! !
Wonderful depiction of a great character that makes one a standout. A well crafted and executed write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kevin yr metaphor of a snail was excellent It gave me hope