Phil Soar

Gold Star - 48,920 Points (28.06.1952)

The Frog - Poem by Phil Soar

On tidying the garden, I came across a frog
Sitting there serenely on a decomposing log
It had a vary vacant look, as if it didn’t know
Quite what is was meant to do, or where it’s meant to go

I carried on my tidying, occasionally had a glance
To see if it was still around, among the wood and plants
And there it was, so motionless, it really was a joke
As still as death, on rotting wood, with an occasional croak

And when my job was almost done, it took me by surprise
It did a little hop and jump, right before my eyes
It leapt over the undergrowth, into a little bog
A home from home amphibian, my friend, the little frog

Topic(s) of this poem: fun


Comments about The Frog by Phil Soar

  • Jayatissa K. Liyanage (11/2/2015 4:17:00 AM)


    How nice to be with he mother nature. Not many can appreciate what is natural. You are one of he rare ones! Great job, Phil! (Report) Reply

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  • Simone Inez Harriman (11/2/2015 3:58:00 AM)


    I really like frogs so your poem appealed to me. Great little creatures. They make my pond come alive. I enjoyed your poem Phil. Nicely penned. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 2, 2015



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