Paula Robinson

Rookie (23.02.74 - Not Dead Yet / Stafford, England)

A Frogs Life - Poem by Paula Robinson

I stare into the garden pond, wondering
On the theory of evolution
And how it applies to frogs
Why their life changes, so quickly
From little jelly blobs
To tiny fishes
To four legged amphibians

I wonder
Why they feel the need
To leave the safety of their pond
To venture, far away
Into the unknown world
Onto the concrete roads
To meet the death of frogs

Comments about A Frogs Life by Paula Robinson

  • Rookie - 478 Points Stephen W (6/1/2014 5:01:00 PM)

    I think they formed the habit before motor vehicles were invented.
    Perhaps the pond doesn't provide enough food for the adult frogs.
    Nice, interesting poem. (Report) Reply

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,054 Points Michelle Claus (6/1/2014 9:47:00 AM)

    I love the whimsical, light tone of this poem, which asks one of the most serious of questions. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 24 Points Kalyan Mech (6/1/2014 8:27:00 AM)

    Narural way of struggle.... (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 9,829 Points Heather Wilkins (6/5/2013 2:11:00 PM)

    excellent poem Paula. The question why do they leave their pond, why do we leave our pond sometimes. ? thinking about that (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Summer Wind (6/1/2013 10:32:00 PM)

    Unique & thought provoking. I need to study my pond more closely :) (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 33,912 Points Gajanan Mishra (6/1/2013 9:17:00 PM)

    well versed, thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 920 Points Leslie Philibert (6/1/2013 8:09:00 AM)

    well observed! ! like it... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 150 Points Jayne Davies (6/1/2013 1:16:00 AM)

    Great poem Paula! Well done x (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Jann Rau (6/4/2012 12:49:00 AM)

    Great poem, they are like teenagers leaving the nest, no idea what awaits them. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie June Walker (6/2/2012 4:51:00 AM)

    Lovely poem Paula. Language beautiful. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Kasia Fedyk (6/1/2012 10:58:00 PM)

    Paula, it is a beautiful poem, full of wonder and nature itself, I love frogs and I just saw a tiny one as I stepped outside :) Thank you for this wonderful poem.
    Kasia (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Evance Ombaka (6/1/2012 9:33:00 AM)

    Creative! It's Mother Nature that always has a way to prod curiosity in all living creatures to exploring new horizons. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Evance Ombaka (6/1/2012 9:28:00 AM)

    Creative! It's Mother Nature that prods curiosity in all living creatures to discovering and exploring beyond the horizons. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 233 Points Manonton Dalan (6/1/2012 4:36:00 AM)

    i love frogs they're like us, they can swim, jump and much of all talk too much. hehehehe (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Barry Van Allen (2/2/2007 11:26:00 PM)

    You missed the point - - -
    It is little boys like me,
    that grabbed them out of that security! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Not a member No 4 (1/23/2007 6:40:00 PM)

    Thought provoking stuff Paula. I like this. We changed their world beyond all recognition by creating cars and roads and all the rest of it, and they'll adapt, or no more frogs in ponds - brutal isn't it! Survival of the 'fittest'. This poem will make it though, without any adaptations. It's very good work. jim (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Francesca Johnson (1/17/2007 2:47:00 PM)

    I used to cycle home from work, through a park, and past a pond where frogs would venture onto the path, and in the cool, darkness of the evening, would wonder exactly the same thing! It was hell dodging these little creatures. But I promise I never squashed one!

    Sweet little poem, Paula.

    Love, Fran xx (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 31, 2012

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