My friend Terrence
was a little happy sole,
he didn’t need a kennel,
nor a house or a hole.
His home was a shell
that he carried on his back,
so that all he had to do
was drop down on the track.
Then he’d pull his head inside,
followed by his legs and feet
and he’d look inside the fridge
for something tasty to eat.
If it started raining
or got too chilly cold,
his friends would run for shelter
beneath trees or in their holes.
But not our little friend,
because he’d climb inside his shell
and have a cup of tea
until the sun chased off the chill.
Wherever he did travel,
he would walk so nice and slow,
well there’s no need to rush,
you might trip or stub your toe!
“And all the good things
come to those that wait”,
or so his mother told him
as he headed through the gate.
“If you’re rushing all the time
and your feet don’t want to stop
then you’ll end up getting dizzy
like a whizzing spinning top”.
His mother, how she loved him
and he loved her lots, right back
with her funny little sayings
she would help him stay on track.
So there my tale has ended,
for all you girls and boys,
and now you’ve met my little friend,
Terence the Tortoise.
Written on 25th February 2014.
Revised on 30th August 2015.
This poem is part of the Poetry Book “Positively Poetic – Volume 3“