Stony Bed Of Water Cold Poem by Donald R Wolff JR

Oh lay him on a bed of stones
Then let the water rise from low
A clear blue sky is all he has
As the sun burns;
His eyes will slowly close

Cool water washing away the ants
They float on like little boats
For now that they have all been fed
The red begins to flow

Colder water rises high
A toad sits upon the poor man's nose
Looking down into his eyes
Why lie there on the stones

Are you well my human friend
Had 'croaked' the curious toad
Still the man lie in his stony bed
As if he does not know

I the toad will stay my friend
Until the water over flows
Then carries me so far away
And leaves you here alone

If I the toad were like a man
My grief would never let you ever go
So if you would and if you can
Be like me,
Become a toad

(01/25/2019)