Pat Doles Ode to a Frog

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Tuesday, February 24, 2009

The cricket chirps

A cricket chirps and wakes the Frog, from a sleep that was divine, wallowing in a pond of clouds, all fluffy, soft and mine, to stretch and wriggle in lifes sweet dream and bathe in liquid from the hot stream. his body ached from many a trek and the steam soothed his pain he was rested, happy and... Sign in to see full entry.

Croaking

The Frog has found his voice again, for all that murky splurge has gone And now that he has croaked a little he wonders what he has done his voice is so distinctive, a happy croak, and the forest knows it well and now they want to publish this poem, the spider and i might sell!! Thank you Lauren. xx... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

In the bog !

Wandering over mountains and hilltops, the frog, he dreamed of that place on earth, somewhere precious, they called heaven. no-one knew where it was and even wise Owl, it seemed was lost for words and knew of no one that had redeemed the secrets of the place, it's location or if it had been seen.... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Sniffer test

No sentence was ever passed on the Frog for the villagers were too high on Grog! They laughed and teased and played around but no one had actually seen or found the spirit of the Frog!! The women cursed and chased their men back to their homes all one and ten laughing as the Elders sang and said,... Sign in to see full entry.

Neckrow

A breath of warm air touched her skin a ghost has walked within her soul began to sense him there we'll play the game but keep it fair. The hairs will crawl upon your neck, now't to lose so what the heck and as you stand upon the sink you'll capture that lucky link. don't look behind, forit will go... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

The Villagers gathered

The villagers gathered in the clearing to meet the elders a meeting of the old and wise around the funeral pyre, long months gone and ashes blown away why where they here and what did they have to say? The Wolf stood proudly on the edge of the forest, to see Frog would not come, his spirit wounded... Sign in to see full entry.

How Sad

How sad the spider must decline the fresh advances of mine to remain good friends is life's big prize no matter what the size. Wander in the woods and tug the lead I let go for you to wander and jump at speed. So spend a moment and rest i said and let the sunshine clear your head. When it clears you... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

solice spilled

A ghost is known to haunt the mind and releasing the fluid you wil find that the cup so full that you have tipped towards the ocean and a crypt will rise again with a twist and smother you with love like a mist so fill your cup again and swoon, especially at the full moon, for it will come to you... Sign in to see full entry.

reply to the cry

you do not make a spider cry but caress it with a watchfull eye become its friend and laugh out loud and watch it blossom, so proud. feed it silk and give it flowers stroke its legs but watch for powers for as they tease you out to play be very careful of what you say. a friend for life it was so... Sign in to see full entry.

Ode to a Frog !

Months have passed like a flash, a bang in the sky it crackled and sizzled as it hit the ground waking the forest to see who would die who had the lightening found? It woke the Frog as he lay asleep sleeping a vigil near his pond and keep. The echo did travel the forest wide as he scuttled below the... Sign in to see full entry.

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