Long ago there was a coffee house that turned jazz bar on Saturday nights. This is a tribute to that wonderful place and to those that frequented the Sacred Mushroom.
there was just a night
under the light at the
bottom of the Sacred Mushroom
or many such that i recall
a place where every face
could music smell and taste
under dim lights on many nights
down stairs at the Mushroom
Warren tooled a Gretch
and cool Jimmie was there to fetch
whatever anyone was needing
beneath the street, the Mushroom
the sound was around the walls
and steady in jazz time
a lasting grace note falls
against this heart of mine
dark and turtlenecks prevailed
backed up by a drummer's beat
or trumpets sadly wailed
through the night, beneath the street
coming, going through the night
to play the king, or just a pawn
and Warren held them very tight
as oceans sang and night slipped on
when trombones went into a case
when piano became a yawn
i left the place, behind the bass
on foggy Sundays, right at dawn
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
continuing
in flashes of spaces i see
life continuing in a game on another level
sort of an eternal corporate promotion
into a mathematical position
with which we are not as yet familiar
the springer that sprung
need i say more
i just read a letter from my Auntie Dorthy
who mentioned Broken Arrow, Oklahoma
that's a little more immediate
at least i can get there from here
life continuing in a game on another level
sort of an eternal corporate promotion
into a mathematical position
with which we are not as yet familiar
the springer that sprung
need i say more
i just read a letter from my Auntie Dorthy
who mentioned Broken Arrow, Oklahoma
that's a little more immediate
at least i can get there from here
Labels:
practically science
Thursday, June 19, 2008
lonesome train
sorting from cardboard boxes
not much to pack
last look around, a check of the time
then closing the door
locking sadness within
going home before the weather changes
the fields . . . he liked the rain
there's time to reflect
while watching dark clouds out the window
heavy steel rolls hard and smooth
and before the long night is through
i may see the moon
glide over town, yes
soon, real soon
a guy with an apron, a little blue hat
and a smile comes pushing a cart
down the isle
selling coffee and water
the same guy a half hour ago
was selling sandwiches
roses bloom in the rain
love is the same
nothing ventured, nothing gained
you can say that again
watching it rain
i hear her sweet laugh
while handing me a photograph
the moon rising through the glass
reflects on her behalf
she's painted and she's pretty
pressed against the window pane
the lady from Kansas City
takes my mind off everything
she can ride with me any time
on any old lonesome train
not much to pack
last look around, a check of the time
then closing the door
locking sadness within
going home before the weather changes
the fields . . . he liked the rain
there's time to reflect
while watching dark clouds out the window
heavy steel rolls hard and smooth
and before the long night is through
i may see the moon
glide over town, yes
soon, real soon
a guy with an apron, a little blue hat
and a smile comes pushing a cart
down the isle
selling coffee and water
the same guy a half hour ago
was selling sandwiches
roses bloom in the rain
love is the same
nothing ventured, nothing gained
you can say that again
watching it rain
i hear her sweet laugh
while handing me a photograph
the moon rising through the glass
reflects on her behalf
she's painted and she's pretty
pressed against the window pane
the lady from Kansas City
takes my mind off everything
she can ride with me any time
on any old lonesome train
Labels:
trains
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
a party
once we went to a party in Roma
a well to do neighborly affair
on a lovely terrace and view of the city
we met a young man there
just returned that day
from somewhere deep in Africa
he was a missionary and a hunter
on his way back to England
to raise money before going back
Hunting Rhinos for Christ
was what he called his campaign
and he was serious
i don't know how it came out
we never heard from him again
a well to do neighborly affair
on a lovely terrace and view of the city
we met a young man there
just returned that day
from somewhere deep in Africa
he was a missionary and a hunter
on his way back to England
to raise money before going back
Hunting Rhinos for Christ
was what he called his campaign
and he was serious
i don't know how it came out
we never heard from him again
rain soaked and lovin' it
it was late afternoon
the tires screeched when i skipped to a stop.
rain soaked her wet as a rag as soon as she got out.
the second i felt the door slam and the car rock
she had already run to the office and disappeared
where it read "women's wellness center"
with the motor on and the heater purring like
a little kitten i was soon
nodding to the syncopation of the thunder with
the beat of the wipers kinda getting into this pitter-pat of the never ending rain
inside she was shaking him down," come on, candy man, i'm here
instead of getting my hair done so why don't you reach into that
bag of tricks and give me a sample of something to take the edge off."
five minutes later she was back in the car and told me, "let's go."
i edged out between headlights into the rainy night and headed toward the bridge
with a glance at her face in the rear view mirror i could see she had eased up a bit
just to be polite and make a little conversation i asked how it went
she gave one of those curled lip devil-may-care sneers, chuckled and then pointed with her chin, looking straight ahead
"step on it," she said
the tires screeched when i skipped to a stop.
rain soaked her wet as a rag as soon as she got out.
the second i felt the door slam and the car rock
she had already run to the office and disappeared
where it read "women's wellness center"
with the motor on and the heater purring like
a little kitten i was soon
nodding to the syncopation of the thunder with
the beat of the wipers kinda getting into this pitter-pat of the never ending rain
inside she was shaking him down," come on, candy man, i'm here
instead of getting my hair done so why don't you reach into that
bag of tricks and give me a sample of something to take the edge off."
five minutes later she was back in the car and told me, "let's go."
i edged out between headlights into the rainy night and headed toward the bridge
with a glance at her face in the rear view mirror i could see she had eased up a bit
just to be polite and make a little conversation i asked how it went
she gave one of those curled lip devil-may-care sneers, chuckled and then pointed with her chin, looking straight ahead
"step on it," she said
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.
Labels:
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)
Labels:
poems with frogs
Design
Man is designed well.
Sleep and he is recharged.
Like dogs and cats
And doesn't have to be plugged in.
There are a few i'l like to.
Sleep and he is recharged.
Like dogs and cats
And doesn't have to be plugged in.
There are a few i'l like to.
Labels:
practically science
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
Labels:
poems with frogs
b.c. and counting
a dozen years before Christ
what year did everyone think it was?
they didn't walk around saying it's twelve before zero
and they must have had a New Years
so what year did they celebrate?
in five b.c. if you told someone you'd pay them the money you owed in four b.c.
they'd squint, scratch, then club your head
what did they do when they had to fill out an official form
and write down the year of birth?
"you wrote you were born in minus 36
how did you figure that?
that'll cost you three shiny stones and a chunk of obsidian for being a wise ass"
what year did everyone think it was?
they didn't walk around saying it's twelve before zero
and they must have had a New Years
so what year did they celebrate?
in five b.c. if you told someone you'd pay them the money you owed in four b.c.
they'd squint, scratch, then club your head
what did they do when they had to fill out an official form
and write down the year of birth?
"you wrote you were born in minus 36
how did you figure that?
that'll cost you three shiny stones and a chunk of obsidian for being a wise ass"
Labels:
practically science
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
Labels:
poems with frogs
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
Labels:
poems with frogs
Friday, June 13, 2008
tune up
crazy free
i am you
sun makes me smile
like you do
know true that i say
all the best to you
cause i surely mean it
over my tea
out the window
life is always changing
stick around
sun goes up
sun goes down
i am you
sun makes me smile
like you do
know true that i say
all the best to you
cause i surely mean it
over my tea
out the window
life is always changing
stick around
sun goes up
sun goes down
Labels:
just for fun
Thursday, June 12, 2008
gate 77
three sisters: Dracula Rabbit,
Saggy Eyes and Long Forehead
sat opposite me, mauling gum
in long open mouth cow-cud chews
i don't wear a watch
there was not a clock visible, so i watched them
for a long, long while
fascinated by their down trodden bland unity
in which not a word was spoken
then deciding what to do i cleared my throat
prior to giving them
an important tip
they simultaneously looked to me
leaning forward so our faces
nearly touched lip to lip to lip to lip
i whispered to those three
calmly waiting a plane to arrive
"you have to boogie to stay alive"
Saggy Eyes and Long Forehead
sat opposite me, mauling gum
in long open mouth cow-cud chews
i don't wear a watch
there was not a clock visible, so i watched them
for a long, long while
fascinated by their down trodden bland unity
in which not a word was spoken
then deciding what to do i cleared my throat
prior to giving them
an important tip
they simultaneously looked to me
leaning forward so our faces
nearly touched lip to lip to lip to lip
i whispered to those three
calmly waiting a plane to arrive
"you have to boogie to stay alive"
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
this june morning
at dawn this june morning
i awoke lazily to faint scents
reminiscent of long agos
i hadn't known for years
in the shower the splash and smell
brought to mind those other times
and how it used to feel in humid air
at the start of summer here
i awoke lazily to faint scents
reminiscent of long agos
i hadn't known for years
in the shower the splash and smell
brought to mind those other times
and how it used to feel in humid air
at the start of summer here
Labels:
poems of nature
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
on the road to hand-over- fist big money for poetry
once i wrote to hallmark
in Kansas City
and told them i'd like to be a poet
they thought that was fine
but had one already
wouldn't you know it
in Kansas City
and told them i'd like to be a poet
they thought that was fine
but had one already
wouldn't you know it
Labels:
poems on poetry
Monday, June 09, 2008
walk-in sunday breakfast
looking for an art show
in a small out of the way community
the morning was already hot
that town was the wrong one for an art festival
but clean and bright, and per usual
our good luck ran true
we saw the hand-made sign for the
the American Legion breakfast
set up and waiting
local folks invited us in
for good food
served quietly and easily
ceiling fans turned slowly overhead
we took our time
enjoyed pancakes and all
once again hitting it right
perfect altogether
like something out of the Ohio past
where folks are plain folk
and the cooking home done
they thanked us, we thanked them
and were glad we'd come
in a small out of the way community
the morning was already hot
that town was the wrong one for an art festival
but clean and bright, and per usual
our good luck ran true
we saw the hand-made sign for the
the American Legion breakfast
set up and waiting
local folks invited us in
for good food
served quietly and easily
ceiling fans turned slowly overhead
we took our time
enjoyed pancakes and all
once again hitting it right
perfect altogether
like something out of the Ohio past
where folks are plain folk
and the cooking home done
they thanked us, we thanked them
and were glad we'd come
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
Labels:
poems with frogs
Saturday, June 07, 2008
baking soda
while cutting hot serrano peppers for soup
she also cut her finger
not for the soup, it just happened
the soup was good but her finger burned
painfully hot because she
had worked it around in pepper juice
eating with on hand
she kept her irritated hand
in a kettle of water on the table
water didn't help and it looked novel
i didn't ask her to pass anything
later she found relief
by rubbing it with baking soda
the next evening i used my fingers to sprinkle
ground chili peppers on my food, then rubbed my eye
i was going blind or die trying
she told me - put baking soda on it, baking soda
i considered putting my head in a plastic bag
with baking soda in it
instead i rinsed my eye with water and it worked
or i would have tried soda pop
she also cut her finger
not for the soup, it just happened
the soup was good but her finger burned
painfully hot because she
had worked it around in pepper juice
eating with on hand
she kept her irritated hand
in a kettle of water on the table
water didn't help and it looked novel
i didn't ask her to pass anything
later she found relief
by rubbing it with baking soda
the next evening i used my fingers to sprinkle
ground chili peppers on my food, then rubbed my eye
i was going blind or die trying
she told me - put baking soda on it, baking soda
i considered putting my head in a plastic bag
with baking soda in it
instead i rinsed my eye with water and it worked
or i would have tried soda pop
Labels:
practically science
Thursday, June 05, 2008
she knew the time
to discover for yourself
is usually best
to hear it told
one does not believe it
there was one girl
a friend of mine
always and ever
she knew the time
when we were kids
i somehow found out
time was one thing
she knew about
she knew the moment
to start for school
how long the chicken baked
and when to remove the cookies from the oven
she looked quite ordinary
as appearances count
her grades were just average
so teachers did not suspect
never tardy for a class
nor late for supper
or tuned in late for a favorite tv show
she ran the clock for high school basketballs games
if she rose before the end of class
then the bell was off
she woke precisely at six
without alarm or other tricks
she knew the time
when to shower
and the hour when to dine
the minute too soon
and the second too late
remember the time we did that?
"yes, 9:15 in fact!"
when she was grown
and on her own
many were the hours
she spent alone
for appointments she was never late
she knew each minute
and the seconds in it
a gift or a curse
for better or for worse
new year's eve when others
watched the times square ball
she didn't have to look at all
alas she died at 32
yet still i'm sure she knew ahead
at which hour they would find her dead
is usually best
to hear it told
one does not believe it
there was one girl
a friend of mine
always and ever
she knew the time
when we were kids
i somehow found out
time was one thing
she knew about
she knew the moment
to start for school
how long the chicken baked
and when to remove the cookies from the oven
she looked quite ordinary
as appearances count
her grades were just average
so teachers did not suspect
never tardy for a class
nor late for supper
or tuned in late for a favorite tv show
she ran the clock for high school basketballs games
if she rose before the end of class
then the bell was off
she woke precisely at six
without alarm or other tricks
she knew the time
when to shower
and the hour when to dine
the minute too soon
and the second too late
remember the time we did that?
"yes, 9:15 in fact!"
when she was grown
and on her own
many were the hours
she spent alone
for appointments she was never late
she knew each minute
and the seconds in it
a gift or a curse
for better or for worse
new year's eve when others
watched the times square ball
she didn't have to look at all
alas she died at 32
yet still i'm sure she knew ahead
at which hour they would find her dead
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
precious junk
my precious junk is all mine
and it's senseless to get rid of it
no one wants these accumulated pseudo treasures
and i sure as hell won't have a sale so some knucklehead
can wander up, scratch their fat butt and ask,
will you take a dollar for it?
get the hell out of here!
i 'm keeping it all, every bit
living with it and loving it
Silas Marner was on to something
when i'm dead let who ever is left deal with it
sell it or dig a ditch and throw it in
but for now, these keep sakes are memories of a lifetime
i am surrounded by the clutter
so i must love it all
where it is
lined up and piled high
i'll walk around it when i have to
once in a while i notice something in particular, smile and wonder
what is it and where in the hell did that come from?
when i am gone and they have to sift through all this crap
they'll say with pride
at least he never collected Beanie Babies
and it's senseless to get rid of it
no one wants these accumulated pseudo treasures
and i sure as hell won't have a sale so some knucklehead
can wander up, scratch their fat butt and ask,
will you take a dollar for it?
get the hell out of here!
i 'm keeping it all, every bit
living with it and loving it
Silas Marner was on to something
when i'm dead let who ever is left deal with it
sell it or dig a ditch and throw it in
but for now, these keep sakes are memories of a lifetime
i am surrounded by the clutter
so i must love it all
where it is
lined up and piled high
i'll walk around it when i have to
once in a while i notice something in particular, smile and wonder
what is it and where in the hell did that come from?
when i am gone and they have to sift through all this crap
they'll say with pride
at least he never collected Beanie Babies
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)
Labels:
poems with frogs
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
duck
I'm working here. This is new font. I figure this year we have a work in progress. If I can make it work, I'll keep it, but I might have to switch to a regular site so a particular entry can be more easily found. The other day I was searching for something I had written January fifteenth. It took a long time to find it. If I could put things in alphabetically . . . ah well, we'll see what happens.
The following entry is a bit serious, but isn't life.
a short walk from where we now live
i got to a spot that reminded me
my older brother used to hunt ducks
right here when he was young
here by this tree
now it's practically in the middle of town
he took me out hunting once
to a marsh somewhere
he knew where to go
for some reason a few ducks flew in
shortly after we got there
came low right over us
it was an ambush
yelled at me to get it, shoot it, get it
shoot! shoot!
and i shot
blew that sucker to smithereens
saw it explode, tumble and drop dead
practically at my feet
it took the full force of the shotgun blast right in the chest
i heard the thump when it hit the earth
the mallard wasn't pretty anymore
laying there it looked like a wadded up rag
and i knew that was it for me
i'm sorry it happened
and would never do it again
after college i joined the navy
cause i was going to get drafted
and went in enlisted
didn't want to be an officer
was afraid i'd like it
i led the choir in boot camp
and worked as a journalist for four years
still play the piano
guns aren't for me
The following entry is a bit serious, but isn't life.
a short walk from where we now live
i got to a spot that reminded me
my older brother used to hunt ducks
right here when he was young
here by this tree
now it's practically in the middle of town
he took me out hunting once
to a marsh somewhere
he knew where to go
for some reason a few ducks flew in
shortly after we got there
came low right over us
it was an ambush
yelled at me to get it, shoot it, get it
shoot! shoot!
and i shot
blew that sucker to smithereens
saw it explode, tumble and drop dead
practically at my feet
it took the full force of the shotgun blast right in the chest
i heard the thump when it hit the earth
the mallard wasn't pretty anymore
laying there it looked like a wadded up rag
and i knew that was it for me
i'm sorry it happened
and would never do it again
after college i joined the navy
cause i was going to get drafted
and went in enlisted
didn't want to be an officer
was afraid i'd like it
i led the choir in boot camp
and worked as a journalist for four years
still play the piano
guns aren't for me
Monday, June 02, 2008
in a rose bush
in a rose bush up the side
of our house is a nest
where a robin sits on eggs
the other adult returns
passes food to the sitter
as the soon to be family
takes turns warming the eggs
discouraging blackbird invaders
while waiting for the children
of our house is a nest
where a robin sits on eggs
the other adult returns
passes food to the sitter
as the soon to be family
takes turns warming the eggs
discouraging blackbird invaders
while waiting for the children
Labels:
poems of nature
Sunday, June 01, 2008
south river
with just enough clearing in the brush
to make it to the river's edge
i sit by the water
thinking of son and daughter
and, my, how they grew
it could be june, at least it's warm
and this tired old rowboat is mine
to paddle a little way from shore
to drift away into time gone before
i feel the sun on my back
as the tiny water bugs circle
small animals and insects move in the thicket
and with nothing that matters
my every new thought scatters
it sure is a nice sunny day
i played at this place before
saw carp jump and ducks fly over
in this land i knew most of
i'm now just a ghost of
old memories on south river
to make it to the river's edge
i sit by the water
thinking of son and daughter
and, my, how they grew
it could be june, at least it's warm
and this tired old rowboat is mine
to paddle a little way from shore
to drift away into time gone before
i feel the sun on my back
as the tiny water bugs circle
small animals and insects move in the thicket
and with nothing that matters
my every new thought scatters
it sure is a nice sunny day
i played at this place before
saw carp jump and ducks fly over
in this land i knew most of
i'm now just a ghost of
old memories on south river
Labels:
poems of nature
a shoulder to cry on
a shoulder to cry on
i saw that and thought how beautiful
oh wow
then, send me the pillow you dream on
and while you're at it
i could also use a dozen eggs
just pack everything in a box
make sure it doesn't get all crushed
you'll have to deliver it yourself
cause if you mail it
our mailman will drop it a few times
and kick it all over the lawn
then that'll be the end of
our true love story
i saw that and thought how beautiful
oh wow
then, send me the pillow you dream on
and while you're at it
i could also use a dozen eggs
just pack everything in a box
make sure it doesn't get all crushed
you'll have to deliver it yourself
cause if you mail it
our mailman will drop it a few times
and kick it all over the lawn
then that'll be the end of
our true love story
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just for fun
Saturday, May 31, 2008
each day
learn more and work diligently
avoid haste and waste
stay calm
live in honor
give and accept compliments
stay fit
peace is the way
love is the answer
in truth you survive
avoid haste and waste
stay calm
live in honor
give and accept compliments
stay fit
peace is the way
love is the answer
in truth you survive
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poems of life
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
Labels:
poems with frogs
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