The Song of Frogs (the early years: before 1972)


Oh! Sweet the rain, the water’s sound,

sweet the bog, the reeds around.

Oh! Soft the muddy river bed,

soft the grass beneath my head.


The deep, the dank, the rooty tree

under this you will find me;

beneath the silent river’s edge,

a silent wraith upon its bed.



About johnsmithiiimxiii

John Smith, IIMXIII is the avatar of an award winning poet, artist, etc. who still lives in the Palouse country of the Pacific NW. He has not received much notice with his prose . . . but as his avatar, I hope that he keeps plugging along.

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