Poetry response
poem:
Turtle
Kay Ryan
Who would be a turtle who could help it?
A barely mobile hard roll, a four-oared helmet,
She can ill afford the chances she must take
In rowing toward the grasses that she eats.
Her track is graceless, like dragging
A packing-case places, and almost any slope
Defeats her modest hopes. Even being practical,
She’s often stuck up to the axle on her way
To something edible. With everything optimal,
She skirts the ditch which would convert
Her shell into a serving dish. She lives
Below luck-level, never imagining some lottery
Will change her load of pottery to wings.
Her only levity is patience,
The sport of truly chastened things.
This poem is about a turtle that is being described as small and slow and how it walks around. I think that the reason that the author wrote this was because it informed how the turtle or turtles moved and how they lived and eat. Another reason that the author wrote this poem was because it reminded you of a nice summer day when there was a little turtle grazing around the ground.
The reason that I chose this poem was because it reminded me of when I was little because my dad found a turtle in the alley and even though one of its eyes were gone we still keep him. We also named him baby because he was really small and he liked to eat grass and he chewed really slowly.
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