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gae frogg Oct 16
Lets take a walk through the forest
the birds, the frogs, the flowers
the forest is my home
i could stay here for hours

the squirrels, the brook, the bees
every element forever moving, growing
i climb a rock and fall
now ive scraped my knees

i used to live in town
but the people didnt like me
they called me names and laughed
i was the village clown

but its all fine and dandy
i didnt like it there either
the animals are my friends now,
and the trees are my family
fika May 4
i hear
the frogs
singing to their soul mates
Moth Apr 6
jumping jacks
slimy smiles
fantastic froggy
Just a random one I guess.
Aimée Jan 8
Yellow coats and squeaky shoes
Butterfly nets and umbrellas blue
These are best for hunting frogs

Quiet giggles and smiling friends
Tall water reeds and river bends
These are best for finding frogs

Slippery mud and misty rain
Grassy tumbles and many stains
These are best for catching frogs

Slimey fingers and careful grips
Awed, sweet glances and grinning lips
These are best for holding frogs

Happy tears and soft goodbyes
Brand new name and darkened sky
These are best for freeing frogs
blushing prince Dec 2019
I dream that the frogs in my backyard have wings
and they fly up to the trees
in the dewy light of dawn
to meet their maker
and kiss under the canopied shade of listless leaves
grazing their backs
and reminding them of simpler times
down from the watery swamp they came from
their webbed feet leave prints on the bark
muddy and cumbersome
but innocent in their doings
a flash flood of lightning  awakens me
i'm laying in damp earth again
time to go back inside
written in a feverish haste and quickly thought out
but I had to get it out of my head before i forgot it
Julie Grenness Sep 2019
Long ago, in a youth now gone,
I spent hours at a pond,
A clay base , sun adorning,
Tadpoles swimming, half forming,
I spied with magnifying glass,
Frogs finally hopped at last,
Now, no frogs, cause no rain,
Is is all because of climate change?
So I ponder on such ponds,
Where have all the tadpoles gone?
That was our ecological health,
How can we restore our planet's wealth?
Feedback welcome.
Steve Jun 2019
I saw him crouched on a mossy log
Below, the brook babbled
And a dragonfly flitted ‘cross that flossy bog
Its shimmering shapely body dappled
In the iridescent fog of the morning
Meanwhile on the log he dabbled
Our smokey jokey croaky blokey
The glistening glands of a bloated bull frog.
Rivit he said from a bubble on his head
Before plunging in for his morning swim
And then diving down without a sound
Never to be found.
Chris Saitta May 2019
Like the frog of batrachian notes in the inkwell of swamp,
And the bee waggling hieroglyphs to the papyrus of hive,
Like the flight of birds in the palm of radiating skyline,
And the sad might of the world to the caged dog’s eye.
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