a poem to cheer your day
Swedish
Is it that we are merely snails? Meandering along the canvas of life, with the almighty creator watching the whole debarcle, gently guiding us when we near the edge, or spring a leak.
Not really a race, but a crawl
Not really a path, but a maze.
Can we hear the seagulls passing by? Swooping to snatch at the helpless snails. Their horrible cries echo all around, as their sharp talons scratch our shells.
Thorny shrubs bar the way, mar our view, cloud our vision.
I have been given authority to trample on snakes and scorpions and so I will.
I whip out my machete and clear the way.
3 Comments:
this poem is meant to cheer our day?
its got a machete, seagulls, and snails in it!! its bound to cheer your day!!!
he he... i forgot to explain the title...
when i was writing my french essay, there were four sections. At the time of the poem writing, i had one section , "French", and was about to start/procrastinating from writing the "Swedish" section.
So i had this heading up on my page
Swedish
under which i wrote the poem, but i thought i'd better move it in case i left it in the essay by mistake
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