Analyzing The Poem 'The Turtle On The Beach'

The Turtle On The Beach

Once there was a poor man. He was very happy, but could not afford the house of his dreams. Each day he walked down the beach, looking at the frothy, white waves slapping against the beach, the fish leaping out of the water, and the seagulls floating around him waiting for a careless person to drop a crumb. He loved walking down the sandy beach. But what he enjoyed most was the rainbow of houses stretched down the beach. They weren’t big, they weren’t small. But he loved the way their colors looked next to each other. The dark blue standing next to the vibrant pink. He would see the owners looking out from their balconies, watching him. He did this day after day and nothing ever changed. However, one day he saw a
“Not happiness, or everlasting love?” The man said, “I already am happy with my life.” “Okay then. The northernmost house will be yours by tomorrow at noon.” the turtle said, confidently, and slid into the water and off to sea. The man quickly walked home, whistling. The next day he packed up all his stuff and walked to his new house. It was three stories, baby blue, and had a small balcony on the second floor. It looked beautiful. He loved the look of it. He walked up to the door and noted the smooth paint covering the wooden door. He turned the gold colored knob and walked in. The couch looked like leather. The stained glass windows were beautiful. The fans hung lazily from the ceiling. He walked up the stairs and heard them creak. “Oh well,” he thought. “Its still a beautiful house.” The bed seemed nice. The walls were an unique color he loved. Later that night, he got ready to cook a nice dinner of fried fish and grilled vegetables. The oven took forever to heat up. The table had uneven legs. The plates were cheap. The tap water came slow and only cold and dirty. The house did not live up to his expectation. The man ran to the beach and looked for the turtle. He found him and asked him why he punished