Showing posts with label poems with frogs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poems with frogs. Show all posts
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
great blue heron - scout
a moment after dawn
out back in my laboratory
alongside the pond
i was examining four table legs
one was longer and needed to be trimmed, when
movement under the old sugar maple caught my attention
thirty feet away there in a crouch
the great blue heron stealthfully, slowly looked about
remaining still as the giant i watched through the glass
from behind closed door for nearly a minute
until he shuttered, spread his wings, rose in the air and fled the scene
with the only remaining disturbance being the knowledge of his presence
Note: The entire ten by fourteen foot pond has a "deer net" suspended two and a half feet over it and seems to protect the fish while allowing the frogs to come and go. On the posted picture of the heron from an earlier visit, notice the lily pads for size reference. They are about the size of pancakes. And when the heron lifts his head and stretches his neck he is about twice as tall.
out back in my laboratory
alongside the pond
i was examining four table legs
one was longer and needed to be trimmed, when
movement under the old sugar maple caught my attention
thirty feet away there in a crouch
the great blue heron stealthfully, slowly looked about
remaining still as the giant i watched through the glass
from behind closed door for nearly a minute
until he shuttered, spread his wings, rose in the air and fled the scene
with the only remaining disturbance being the knowledge of his presence
Note: The entire ten by fourteen foot pond has a "deer net" suspended two and a half feet over it and seems to protect the fish while allowing the frogs to come and go. On the posted picture of the heron from an earlier visit, notice the lily pads for size reference. They are about the size of pancakes. And when the heron lifts his head and stretches his neck he is about twice as tall.
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poems with frogs
Monday, June 16, 2008
definitive relativity
i wondered aloud how those frogs
could be floating in the pond one moment
look up, and then instantly
leap atop a rock well above the water
hearing me,
in less than a heart beat
she gave the reply,
"they're superhuman"
and you know, she's right
so next time you're on your way
to the voting booth
consider the candidate's potential
and remember where we are
in the grand scheme of things
(vote green)
could be floating in the pond one moment
look up, and then instantly
leap atop a rock well above the water
hearing me,
in less than a heart beat
she gave the reply,
"they're superhuman"
and you know, she's right
so next time you're on your way
to the voting booth
consider the candidate's potential
and remember where we are
in the grand scheme of things
(vote green)
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poems with frogs
Sunday, June 15, 2008
frog news - newsroom update
for Tom C. and one or two other people in the world who are wondering.
FLASH: this just in from ohio
meri saw three small frogs
sitting in or around the pond
where we like to see 'em
all apparently happy
we're happy
are you happy?
a chance it may rain again tonight
we'll be watching the driveway
for runaways or new arrivals
FLASH: this just in from ohio
meri saw three small frogs
sitting in or around the pond
where we like to see 'em
all apparently happy
we're happy
are you happy?
a chance it may rain again tonight
we'll be watching the driveway
for runaways or new arrivals
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poems with frogs
Saturday, June 14, 2008
all ok
the heron is gone
all the fish are there
so is the frog
and the net is back over the pond
all the fish are there
so is the frog
and the net is back over the pond
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frog count
we chased a blue heron out of the pond
and now are waiting to see if he got the frog
there were five
then three
then one
we are sad
and now are waiting to see if he got the frog
there were five
then three
then one
we are sad
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poems with frogs
Sunday, June 08, 2008
ninety in the shade
ninety degrees in the shade
the heat has started soon
a soaker day awash in humidity
can we play another tune?
but the frogs are eating well
they waller and wait and sing
it must be swell down where they dwell
if you're partial to this sort of thing
ninety degrees in the shade again
with heat full bloom by noon
humidity heavy, naturally
and to think it's only june
the heat has started soon
a soaker day awash in humidity
can we play another tune?
but the frogs are eating well
they waller and wait and sing
it must be swell down where they dwell
if you're partial to this sort of thing
ninety degrees in the shade again
with heat full bloom by noon
humidity heavy, naturally
and to think it's only june
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poems with frogs
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
frog countin'
5 or 2 to 4
like the old Chicago song 25 or 6 to 4
only i'm talkin' green now
frog counting is difficult under the best of situations
there were five
remember big frog? he was a grinner
then it rained
and then there were two
a day passed and we counted three
another day or rain and we go to four
big frog hit the highway
no doubt about it
mating season for the big guy
the young ones that remain probably were born in the pond
and have another year to go before they take wings
so we have four cuties
(two may be a courtin'
they're always sitting together)
like the old Chicago song 25 or 6 to 4
only i'm talkin' green now
frog counting is difficult under the best of situations
there were five
remember big frog? he was a grinner
then it rained
and then there were two
a day passed and we counted three
another day or rain and we go to four
big frog hit the highway
no doubt about it
mating season for the big guy
the young ones that remain probably were born in the pond
and have another year to go before they take wings
so we have four cuties
(two may be a courtin'
they're always sitting together)
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Friday, May 30, 2008
pond 3
the pond is an irregular ten by fourteen feet
i put it in about ten years ago
it must be getting ripe
the fish are happy
they number about 20
they go under the lily pads and plants
in the middle of the deep end
the five frogs seem content
five? what is happening?
big frog sat in the middle
four smaller frogs hung around the sides
last year big Herb liked
the sound of my push mower
and often accompanied my mowing
"herb, herb, herb"
that's how he got his name
the call sounds like the
pluck of a loose banjo string
ohio has 15 frog species
ours are the family ranidae
and they look like uh, kinda green frogs with some yellow?
they travel in the rain
big storm coming in tonight
and unless they can dig under the wooden fence
they must be using the driveway
i put it in about ten years ago
it must be getting ripe
the fish are happy
they number about 20
they go under the lily pads and plants
in the middle of the deep end
the five frogs seem content
five? what is happening?
big frog sat in the middle
four smaller frogs hung around the sides
last year big Herb liked
the sound of my push mower
and often accompanied my mowing
"herb, herb, herb"
that's how he got his name
the call sounds like the
pluck of a loose banjo string
ohio has 15 frog species
ours are the family ranidae
and they look like uh, kinda green frogs with some yellow?
they travel in the rain
big storm coming in tonight
and unless they can dig under the wooden fence
they must be using the driveway
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poems with frogs
Monday, May 26, 2008
thunder in the pass
yonder there's a net
over the pond
much of it
elevated a few feet
waving just enough and
flashin' like a star
so, long before sundown
blue heron came flappin' in
sauntered right alongside
lookin' for trouble
caught him gazin' round over the rocks
like they was tombstones
but he twitched, got nervous
didn't like the looks of it
then up and left town
big frog is there
sitting on the side
on a rock above the water
puffed up on a lotta pride
kinda grinnin'
and the fish are swimming again
feeling safe
practically dancing
peace has been restored
just plain yup
over the pond
much of it
elevated a few feet
waving just enough and
flashin' like a star
so, long before sundown
blue heron came flappin' in
sauntered right alongside
lookin' for trouble
caught him gazin' round over the rocks
like they was tombstones
but he twitched, got nervous
didn't like the looks of it
then up and left town
big frog is there
sitting on the side
on a rock above the water
puffed up on a lotta pride
kinda grinnin'
and the fish are swimming again
feeling safe
practically dancing
peace has been restored
just plain yup
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poems with frogs
Saturday, May 24, 2008
justice on the pond
the fish have stayed low
for several days now
afraid of something
blue herons on the prowl
maybe ten fish are gone
so i bought a net
covered the pond
no more will they get
now i worry about the frogs
maybe they're gone
but rain comes in two days
i've got to raise the net
i want everyone safe
and frogs travel in the rain
pond stuff takes time
but peace i'll maintain
for several days now
afraid of something
blue herons on the prowl
maybe ten fish are gone
so i bought a net
covered the pond
no more will they get
now i worry about the frogs
maybe they're gone
but rain comes in two days
i've got to raise the net
i want everyone safe
and frogs travel in the rain
pond stuff takes time
but peace i'll maintain
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poems with frogs
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
fish sense
a great blue heron as tall as i
was around the pond today
okay, he was a little shorter than me
twice i chased it away
i haven't been able to count the fish
they' still hiding
alerted to the danger
how did they know
he would eat them?
i guess if you're a fish
it's obvious
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Wednesday, May 14, 2008
the pond
some years ago behind our house i made a pond
for me and the mostly goldfish
they live there
i'm just the caretaker
spring means cleaning
passing a net through the water
in slow sweeping motion
to capture debris
last year's leaves
small bits that have collected
from a long winter's winds
so for hours i move the net along
slowly sifting the waters
like a gentle moving song
making myself familiar again to the fish
and the frog
oh, yes
every year there's at least one frog
that hangs around for a few months
until it is time for him or her to move on
where frogs come from, where they go
i suppose i'll never know
maybe it's an old person thing
or at least a calm person's task
to patiently go over the pond
again and again until the job's well done
to start over in another place
with a new pond
would be work intense
i've got this pond
and perhaps now, a bit more sense
there is enough work here
for me to do
but i started the job
so i'll see it through
for me and the mostly goldfish
they live there
i'm just the caretaker
spring means cleaning
passing a net through the water
in slow sweeping motion
to capture debris
last year's leaves
small bits that have collected
from a long winter's winds
so for hours i move the net along
slowly sifting the waters
like a gentle moving song
making myself familiar again to the fish
and the frog
oh, yes
every year there's at least one frog
that hangs around for a few months
until it is time for him or her to move on
where frogs come from, where they go
i suppose i'll never know
maybe it's an old person thing
or at least a calm person's task
to patiently go over the pond
again and again until the job's well done
to start over in another place
with a new pond
would be work intense
i've got this pond
and perhaps now, a bit more sense
there is enough work here
for me to do
but i started the job
so i'll see it through
Labels:
poems with frogs
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