Treasure Island

jim foulk

(july 7,1943 / des moines iowa)

Frog For a Day


When we croak,
were dead,
on the other hand,
when a frog croaks

he speaks to
nature and is
so cheerful,

When we croak
were silent, and so
still, not cheerful
at all.

Frogs are always
croaking and so
happy,

People are always
croaking and so
sad.

For once it would
be nice to be
a frog for a day.

wrote 4-9-07

Submitted: Monday, April 09, 2007
Edited: Saturday, February 12, 2011

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