Love this simple subtle poem from Billy Collins on what's important in life.
My Hero - Billy Collins
Just as the hare is zipping across the finish line,
the tortoise has stopped once again
by the roadside,
this time to stick out his neck
and nibble a bit of sweet grass,
unlike the previous time
when he was distracted
by a bee humming in the heart of a wildflower.
Just as the hare is zipping across the finish line,
the tortoise has stopped once again
by the roadside,
this time to stick out his neck
and nibble a bit of sweet grass,
unlike the previous time
when he was distracted
by a bee humming in the heart of a wildflower. - See more at: http://superstitionreview.asu.edu/issue4/poetry/billycollins#sthash.2vPm8ju6.dpuf
the tortoise has stopped once again
by the roadside,
this time to stick out his neck
and nibble a bit of sweet grass,
unlike the previous time
when he was distracted
by a bee humming in the heart of a wildflower. - See more at: http://superstitionreview.asu.edu/issue4/poetry/billycollins#sthash.2vPm8ju6.dpuf
Just as the hare is zipping across the finish line,
the tortoise has stopped once again
by the roadside,
this time to stick out his neck
and nibble a bit of sweet grass,
unlike the previous time
when he was distracted
by a bee humming in the heart of a wildflower. - See more at: http://superstitionreview.asu.edu/issue4/poetry/billycollins#sthash.2vPm8ju6.dpuf
the tortoise has stopped once again
by the roadside,
this time to stick out his neck
and nibble a bit of sweet grass,
unlike the previous time
when he was distracted
by a bee humming in the heart of a wildflower. - See more at: http://superstitionreview.asu.edu/issue4/poetry/billycollins#sthash.2vPm8ju6.dpuf
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