Evening Poetry, September 3

The Little Turtle

By Vachel Lindsay

There was a little turtle.
He lived in a box.
He swam in a puddle.
He climbed on the rocks.

He snapped at a mosquito.
He snapped at a flea.
He snapped at a minnow.
And he snapped at me.

He caught the mosquito.
He caught the flea.
He caught the minnow.
But he didn’t catch me.

This was a favorite poem of both of my kids when they were little. You can find it in Eloise Wilkin’s Poems to Read to the Very Young.