


The Snail and Jack Frost
My life as a snail is plain
Slithering alone in the hard rain
I ask, “Have I been deceived
where are the new geranium leaves?”
It is time to go nomadic
Leave this withered garden bed
Look for a greener paddock
With a big cabbage spread
“Am I climbing the right causeway?
this windowpane is no entree
and the flyscreen ahead
looks like moldy cornbread”
My life as a snail is no paradise
Everything is topsy turvy and I am lost
And I need to wait here for advice
From my friend Jack Frost
Ivor Steven (c) October 2023
















