A poem I found...

...whilst sorting out our homeschooling material. This was first to be copied, then to be learnt. I remember it well. It was part of a project about snails that one of my boys did one spring.

THE SNAIL

Where he goes he leaves a trail

When he goes where he shouldn't be

His trail is there for all to see.

Our life is like the little snail,

Where we go we leave a trail.

The things we do and the things we say,

Are the trail we leave from day to day.