Frog Catching

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A young child's experience playing in the backyard farm.

Frog catching


At the age of eight

The ravenous jungle

Of a backyard was so fascinating.

The small pond filled with frogs

All patiently waiting.


As I’d run through the quicksand mud

The songs of the birds and frogs

Began to grow louder and louder.

Then, with the splashes of water

I’d jump in to join the frogs.


Their smooth slippery bodies,

Like little green bars of soap slipping,

Out of my tiny wet hands

And plop it was back in the water


Finally! With one trapped in my hands

I’d run out of the ravenous jungle

Home into the blinding sunlight

Giggling and shrieking with joy

Showing my mother the little green monster.


Then it was over with,

My little green monster.

Headed back into the ravenous jungle.


Submitted: July 19, 2021

© Copyright 2021 Margo Mortelle. All rights reserved.

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a really good poem, the way you describe the experiences were really good.

Mon, July 19th, 2021 4:17am


very lovely put. very interesting content. we all cherish the sanctity of our innocent childhood past.

Mon, July 19th, 2021 4:40pm

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