The Turtle that visits my lawn.

The turtle comes to my backyard, every so often.
When it comes, I say hello, and watch.

It makes it's way, slowly, happily.
The turtle keeps its belongs in the shell, and makes a temporary home.
I sit there, and watch.

The turtle has friends! Some are toads, some are tortoises, some are other turltes.
They party inside the turtle's shell.
Me, I'm not invited. I stand outside and watch.

The turtle hikes mountains,
swims the ponds, and lives a life of adventure.
Not me, all I can do is watch.

The turtle is very wise. It carries all it's knowledge from all it's travels.
It shares this knowledge with little tadpoles. They all gather around, they love the turtle.
This turtle is a very lovable creature.
I just sit there, and watch.

This turtle has a beautiful shell, one like no other I've ever seen!
It's colored with green, violet, blue, even turquoise.
I wish I could see those colors every day. But alas,
this is not the turtle's home, and I can only watch.

Then one night, the turtle stepped out, back on her journey. I wanted it to stay; I asked it to stay.
But the turtle did not acknowledge me. She wandered back out on the trail, back to the journey, up north, or west, or weherever.
All I could do, was watch...