The Frog Pool
Week after week it shrank and shrank
as the fierce drought fiend drank and drank,
till on the bone-dry bed revealed
the mud peeled;
but now tonight is steamy-warm,
heavy with hint of thunderstorm.
And hark! hark! hoarse and harsh
the throaty croak of the frogs in the marsh:
“Wake! wake! awake! awake!
The drought break!”
but no, that chorus seems to me
more a primeval harmony.
The thunder booms, the floods flow
blended with deeper din below,
and every time the skies crash
the swamps flash!
and the whole place will be tonight
a pandemonium of delight.
Bravo!!!!
Thank you Cindy, I am grateful for your kindness.
spectacular post, words and pic!
Thank you Hollie: I greatly appreciate your comments. I truly enjoyed your work.
thank you so much, I enjoy yours as well!
Thank you. I hope the “mixed energy” feels mostly good. =) Appreciate the support. Keep up the enthusiastic blogging.
I shall… thank you 🙂
very kewl shot ! 🙂
Thank you for your kind words, I appreciate it. You have an interesting blog too!!