-, Forethought</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=95.htm>-</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Forethought</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>One early Spring when all was cold<br>And limbs drooped lifelessly,<br>A plucky little snail began<br>To climb a cherry tree.<br>Two sparrows sitting on a fence<br>Across the street nearby<br>Were most amused to see the snail<br>Continue to creep high.<br>So finally the sparrows flew<br>Up to the cherry tree<br>And rudely said, You silly snail,<br>How stupid can you be!<br>It's much too early now for that;<br>You dummy, can't you see<br>This tree is bare, there's nothing there,<br>No fruit upon the tree.<br>The snail just smiled and inched ahead,<br>It's nice of you to care!<br>But I'm en route, for there'll be fruit<br>Whenever I get there.</b></font></p></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk1.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk1.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>