Wisdom from the depth of the ocean - Winner, Cramp. |
(Note - words that meet the prompt criteria have been bolded. Thanks.) The Doctor sat, his toes in the water Looking out over the sea The rain plish-plashed, the beach was empty All alone was he. "There may be a storm," they had warned But he felt one with nature "I'll be safe, I'll be happy in solitude I think I shall just stay here." He watched the horizon as the sky darkened And the drops began to fall The waves grew louder, stronger, higher The seagulls ceased to call. Then suddenly, he saw it And his eyes opened wide What was that, what was that Floating in with the tide? Surely – surely – a turtle shell? Such a big one, giant size? It was, it was! He could see the flippers The neck, the head, the beautiful eyes. He stared as the animal lumbered To stop inches from where he sat And then – oh my goodness – It said, "Doctor, I want to chat!" A turtle, speaking human? Addressing him? "What, what?" he stuttered "Glad to get you alone," Was what the turtle muttered. "You see, it's like this. Humans pollute and while we don't want to fuss, all the plastic bags and oil spills are harmful to us. "As a Doctor, advise them do That this ruins their own health The Earth's resources are to be used But you're abusing this wealth." Now, the Doctor has a sign The patients ponder it as they wait "The environment is our source of health Let us strive to keep it great." |