Paula Robinson (23.02.74 - Not Dead Yet / Stafford, England)

Great poem, they are like teenagers leaving the nest, no idea what awaits them.

Lovely poem Paula. Language beautiful.

Paula, it is a beautiful poem, full of wonder and nature itself, I love frogs and I just saw a tiny one as I stepped outside :) Thank you for this wonderful poem.
Kasia

Creative! It's Mother Nature that always has a way to prod curiosity in all living creatures to exploring new horizons.

Creative! It's Mother Nature that prods curiosity in all living creatures to discovering and exploring beyond the horizons.

i love frogs they're like us, they can swim, jump and much of all talk too much. hehehehe

Paula,
You missed the point - - -
It is little boys like me,
that grabbed them out of that security!

Thought provoking stuff Paula. I like this. We changed their world beyond all recognition by creating cars and roads and all the rest of it, and they'll adapt, or no more frogs in ponds - brutal isn't it! Survival of the 'fittest'. This poem will make it though, without any adaptations. It's very good work. jim

I used to cycle home from work, through a park, and past a pond where frogs would venture onto the path, and in the cool, darkness of the evening, would wonder exactly the same thing! It was hell dodging these little creatures. But I promise I never squashed one!

Sweet little poem, Paula.

Love, Fran xx