A toad poem for Paul Brookes’ December challenge.
Rain and flood tides
fill the river plain,
willows wade in water,
paddle their roots
in overflowing ditches,
the stream’s a torrent,
and in the cowshed,
a toad swims slowly,
stoically along the drain
and under the door.
We watch her rhythmic
breast stroke, pulling
against the flow,
a lesson in coping.
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Stoic is a perfect word for a toad. (K)
They are rather like placid badgers.
I agree with you and Kerfe.
Do you know the Frog and Toad children’s books?
My kids loved these books. We got them from the library.
Yes, my kids loved them, too. I think we had one of the books, but we borrowed others from the library.
Funny how they were translated into French. I don’t remember having any books when I was little that were translations.
I hadn’t even thought about that!