Motion-filled hours staring at the ground.
Hot sun barreling down upon us,
Wind and dust stirring all around.
Each four-wheeling excursion,
We envisioned finding you.
Among an expanse of rocks, dirt and brush,
Seemed impossible, but we knew!
And there you were, at summers end,
Inching slowly on your way.
Rugged, beautiful, healthy,
You were so very worth the wait!
Just to see you up close,
Your sharp claws grasping the earth.
What a gift God gave us that day,
Our little desert tortoise named “Hope”
©Elizabeth Dianne Johnson