I stop by in front of a pond,
listening to the humble frogs’ songs.
The melody tells of tales,
as I listen, the whole story unveiled.
There’s a story of a boy and his dream,
frivolous, helpless, and all that he seems.
There’s a story of a boy and his shoes,
the path and the destination he is to choose.
There’s a story of a boy and his book,
poems, stories, and all things you can look.
There’s a story of a boy and his hope,
for the Time’s willing, for a while it stops.
There’s a story of a boy and a pond,
tears, smiles, and hopes he lives on.
There’s a story of a frogs’ symphony,
flowing is a memory of the melody and me..
So I am here for the song that they sing,
in this old pond there’s a hope that I cling.
I shall care of nothing more else,
nothing, but myself and this once, childhood place..
poem from PoemHunter.com
We have a new pond in the cottage garden. Larry has worked very hard this summer, digging a large hole in the dirt and putting in this delightful addition to our surroundings. Already we have had a lot of activity from the wildlife.
Have a wonderful Sunday everyone.
Oma
I loved the poem and the pictures.. Yes ponds liven up our gardens and our fish and frogs bring delight to our own garden… And the frogs eat lots of the slugs in the garden too.. So a bonus 🙂 Lovely pond Oma.. xxx
Cute little guy! Nice pond, Larry! 🙂
oh I like your pond and your visitor… 🙂
your choice poem is wonderful Oma, thank you for sharing a smile this morning
Take Care….You Matter…
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maryrose