The Journey

He started his long journey

When the sun was cool and low.

How long to reach his Shangri-La?

He had no way to know.

He thought it might be treacherous

Lots of real estate between.

But he experienced some challenges,

Of the likes he’d never seen.

His eye was on the tall, cool grass

Oh, so far away.

But it seemed his actual travel time

Took forever and a day.

At one point there had been showers

And a strange, loud clicking sound.

And rain fell intermittently

Around him, on the ground.

And then there was that earthquake,

Like giants, stepping hard.

In fact, it seemed those footsteps

Were so close, they almost scarred.

As the full, hot sun rose higher,

It almost burned away his will.

And as the afternoon drew closer

He knew he’d had his fill.

But this undaunted traveler

Determination in his eyes,

Kept pushing his endurance

And now was almost to his prize.

And there it was, before him

He had accomplished quite a feat.

To reach the grass in all its glory,

The snail had gone a whole ten feet.