i scoop tadpole eggs
from pond’s edge,
carry them home,
transplant them
in new water.
daffodils bring sun
to a gray day.
i am free.
i am free.
i scoop tadpole eggs
from pond’s edge,
carry them home,
transplant them
in new water.
daffodils bring sun
to a gray day.
i am free.
i am free.
Posted in Poetry
Reminds me of when I was a kid. I used to play in the creek alot.
By: theeyeofmad on October 26, 2009
at 2:15 pm
Oh, me, too. I loved the creek. Still do.
By: nochipa on October 27, 2009
at 1:20 am