Young Bullfrogs Poem by Carl Sandburg
Young Bullfrogs
Jimmy Wimbleton listened a first week in June.
Ditches along prairie roads of Northern Illinois
Filled the arch of night with young bullfrog songs.
Infinite mathematical metronomic croaks rose and spoke,
Rose and sang, rose in a choir of puzzles.
They made his head ache with riddles of music.
They rested his head with beaten cadence.
Jimmy Wimbledon listened.
Rose is singing through out reading period. This is a lovely poem of the day chosen.
Infinite mathematical metronomic croaks rose and spoke, Rose and sang, rose in a choir of puzzles..../// interestingly written
They rested his head with beaten cadence with riddle music. This poem is very thought provoking and excellently penned. Thank you very much for sharing this lovely work...10
They rested his head with beaten cadence. Jimmy Wimbledon listened. very fine poem
Puzzles! ! ! Riddles of Music. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/14/2024 11:48:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Awful narration, I'd rather read it in silence. Carl Sandburg must be rolling over in his grave!