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    The Old Fish Store

    One day when I was nearly four
    my mother took me to the old fish store.
    She went to the counter. I stayed by the door.
    A streetcar passed by with a frightening roar.
    The turtle was crawling all over the floor.
    We didn’t make friends. He was ugly and cold,
    and rounder than kitty, but not nice to hold.
    And some of the customers said he was old.
    I didn’t believe them because I was tall,
    and he was too little to be old at all.
    I knew, eat the apple, but don’t eat the core,
    and somewhere our soldiers were fighting a war;
    that skates needed keys, and thimbles helped sewing,
    and I was three and a half and growing.
    A turtle can’t crayon. A turtle can’t paste.
    A turtle can’t ever know rock candy’s taste.
    I thought about words, and I thought about places,
    and how all the people had different faces.
    I thought of the loveliest garden I’d seen,
    its gorgeous red flowers and bushes of green.
    The turtle could crawl on the fish market floor,
    but could he remember what happened before?
    I liked the iced fishes, so still, gleaming gold,
    much more than this turtle they told me was old.
    That streetcar roared by, but he didn’t know fear.
    There just wasn’t any before I was here.
    By the way, what would happen to flowers of red
    and bushes of green if I would be
    asleep in bed?
    The clocks of the city were chiming four
    as my mother brought me home from the old fish store.
    She said, Better hurry. It’s going to pour.
    Did you like the old turtle back there on the floor?
    I said I was scared of the streetcar’s roar
    and I wouldn’t go back there any more.

  • #2
    Ah the old fish markets... and the mention of skate keys! Who now, would know what skate keys were Great write!

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    • #3
      Thanks so much, graydon! Monica

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      • #4
        Wonderful poem and story!

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        • #5
          Thank you so much, contsil. This story is a true one. Years later, when in conversation with my mother, I told her about my reaction to the turtle. She was so surprised! She said she didn't realize I had remembered that experience. She always liked that poem.

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