Treasure Island

Suelynn Walters

(U.S.A.)

Frogs


UNDER moonlight, river flows,
The old red barn, green grass,
The smell in the air, pretty rose,
The quiet night, words that last,
I stop to recall with a smile,
Yesterday is no more I fear,
As I feel a sudden tear fall,
A sweet sensitive memory calls,
The frogs leap away in lake;
The sounds they make carefree;
Occupied I am by watching on;
They leap and croak as they go along;
Free they are from any real fear,
Perhaps a lesson to my own very ears,

Submitted: Monday, September 30, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 30, 2013

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