army turtle

Turtle felt the pain, Bringing a shell and fears, The trail ahead remains unstained, The trail behind dribbled with tears. His claws brushes the dirt, And paddles slowly but firmly, Now his chest starts to hurt, This familiar vibe remains prickly. At the pace he's swimming, He cannot even be sure, If the routes are waiting, Or if he must swim clear. However dark however low, The direction he moves towards, Eventhough he receives a blow, A stroke forward is a step forward. So, He continues, In the blues. Of the sand and sea, A soulful soldier he will be. Until he reaches the light, And swims in the sunbright. +jenhan they swim above us, they fly below us. we are the dormant. "The longest journey a man must take is the eighteen inches from his head to his heart" - Anon "Two roads diverged in a wood, and I - I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference." - Robert Frost