Open Poetry #28 |
A Late Great Meadow Marsh |
S Arthur Grey Senior Member
since 2001-03-19
Posts 719woven by a poet's loom |
Where once were frogs from pollywogs who's throats would ring in the splash of spring, We've dumped our trash to save some cash and buried deep every croak and peep. © 081903 |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
sad huh? |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
*sniffles* this is sad! |
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JilGirl Member
since 2003-05-24
Posts 364Washington |
Quite a whimsical write! Sadly true, however, the "croaks and peeps" manage to re-emerge elsewhere. Hardy little creatures, aren't they? 'Tiz feathers that make the bird - |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
oh for gods sakes now I am going to spend the day weeping for the poor frogs.... Susan |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
hmmm..well I added a pond to my yard but sometimes those frogs leave and forget where their home is ...either that or they find a better one. M |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
S Arthur Grey - yes, and it's happening all over the place... BC |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
S Arthur A sad thing to see happening, that's true! |
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