Petrified Pete
In the Shoalhaven's sun, a sight to behold,
Lived Petrified Pete, a turtle quite old,
His shell, like a map, bore stories untold,
But fear kept him captive, never to bold.
The road shimmered hot, a tarry expanse,
A concrete canyon, a perilous chance.
Cars whizzed by fast, in a noisy advance,
And Pete with a tremor, would never advance
He dreamt of adventures, of meadows so green,
Of juicy red berries, a tastier scene.
But the street was a monster, a fearsome machine,
And Pete the scared turtle, turned back evergreen
One day a wise robin , perched nearby,
Said, "Pete, little friend, dont you ever fly?
The world is for exploring, beneath the vast sky,
Take a chance little turtle, and hope you dont die."
Pete pondered the words, a flicker of might,
Then stretched out his neck, with all of his sight.
He saw a small gap, in the traffic so light,
And mustered his courage, with all of his might.
Slowly he crossed, with a determined beat,
Each step a small victory, inch by inch, sweet.
He reached the other side,legs wobbly and weak,
But pride filled his heart, for the challenge he'd seek.
From then on, dear Pete, with a newfound stride,
Crossed roads with a chirp, and a hop by his side.
The world was now open, adventures to confide,
And Petrified Pete, wasn't petrified inside.
Good luck & Happy caching