Monday, February 27, 2006
Turtle Soup
Turtle Soup
1942
I must have been four and Peg about six
when we lived at Spring Grove, way out in the sticks.
Across the road and thru the fence we went down to the spring
to fetch a pail of water, a heavy, sloshy thing.
'Twas there we spied a turtle, the big old snapping kind,
which had Peg dancing round with joy. This was a glorious find.
"Let's catch him for some turtle soup," suggested she with glee.
But I would lend no help at all. I ran and climbed a tree.
He wouldn't fit the bucket. I guess it's just as well.
The thought of eating turtle soup is jucky, truth to tell.
Cora Gail Trent
www.cgtrent.com
1942
I must have been four and Peg about six
when we lived at Spring Grove, way out in the sticks.
Across the road and thru the fence we went down to the spring
to fetch a pail of water, a heavy, sloshy thing.
'Twas there we spied a turtle, the big old snapping kind,
which had Peg dancing round with joy. This was a glorious find.
"Let's catch him for some turtle soup," suggested she with glee.
But I would lend no help at all. I ran and climbed a tree.
He wouldn't fit the bucket. I guess it's just as well.
The thought of eating turtle soup is jucky, truth to tell.
Cora Gail Trent
www.cgtrent.com
