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Poetry Friday: Pond Snails

We are surrounded by snails. We see snails of all sizes on the paths after the rain.

Snails of different sizes and colors on concrete steps.


We see large land snails, brought to Switzerland by the Romans, who liked to eat them (they're protected by law now). This one's shell is about 2 inches in diameter, and his foot is about 3 inches long.

A white land snail with a white shell on a paved path

And we see snails in the pond on our daily walks. 

Rocks in a pond. There is a brown snail with green algae on it on one rock.

This poem is the result of my musings as I watched the pond snails like the one above.

Close up picture of stones in a pond with two snails on them. Poem: Silent snails moving slow cleaning algae as they go.  Ever busy in the pond, cleaning stones and grassy fronds. But I can’t help but wonder as I watch them clean so well, who will clean the algae on the snail’s shell? © Elisabeth Norton, 2022, All rights reserved

Our host for Poetry Friday this week is Jan at Bookseed Studio. Mosey on over to find lots of wonderful poetry to linger over this week. Thank you Jan for hosting us!

Next week the round up party is here! The post will go live and ready for posting links at midnight UTC+1 time. I can't wait to see what poetic goodies you'll bring to the party!


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  1. I really liked your poem. It was simple yet elegant like nature often is. You sound excited about hosting. My family will be volunteering at a camp for a month. I am in the middle of traveling there now and don’t know what my schedule or my access tomwifinwill be. So it’s quite possible I’ll be reading your poetry Friday in a month when I get back. Otherwise I’m going to try to contribute something if Incan.

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  2. What a lovely poem! It could be about snails or it could be about all those creatures and people who quietly go about doing the necessary work. Really nice.

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  3. I really like the fading into the poem photo. Your poem is delightful and the ending adds a bit of humor. See you next week when you host. PS: Would you like to add your image poem to my Poetryliscious Poetry padlet for a gallery opening? https://padlet.com/cvarsalona/q1uymnafyupx3w8c Let me know.

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    1. Hi Carol - thank you for your comments! I'd love to be part of the Poetrylicious padlet ... just let me know what I need to do! - Elisabeth

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  4. I do love a poem with rhyme that works and this one does. Beautiful photos too!

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  5. Love your snails poem Elisabeth, how cool that you have so many snails around! I think they are interesting to draw too, though a long time ago I found out I am very allergic to snails so I have to look at them from a distance… Looking forward to your post next week, thanks!

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