Waste of Time
I watched a snail in a race with another, bigger snail.
I thought I’d cheer the little one on.
I sort of wish I hadn’t; I was standing there for hours.
I didn't think the race would take so long.
The little snail, determined, kept its lead for quite some time
then it paused to munch a leaf in mid-decay.
I realised then that maybe it was not a race at all
and the snails were both just going the same way.
I thought I’d cheer the little one on.
I sort of wish I hadn’t; I was standing there for hours.
I didn't think the race would take so long.
The little snail, determined, kept its lead for quite some time
then it paused to munch a leaf in mid-decay.
I realised then that maybe it was not a race at all
and the snails were both just going the same way.
This poem is copyright (©) Fi Calvert 2024
About the Writer
Fi Calvert
Fi is a primary school teacher by day and a poet by night. She had two poems commended in the YorkMix Poems for Children Competition 2021 and has had a poem about a tardigrade published in The Caterpillar. She loves to write poetry for children in the hope they might relate, laugh or both. Her favourite poems to write are inspired by funny or grumpy things her children say.
