Tuesday Poem produces a fresh poem every week from its bunch of NZ, Australian, US and UK poets. This week it's the turn of Philadelphia's Eileen Moeller to be the editor and she's selected a poem by Jane Springer with the marvellous title: 'What We Call Frog Hunting'. If you're needing a pick-me-up, why not hop on by and read it? It begins like this....
This
is the last 2 a.m. song fit for poling a johnboat through the swamp
so we may glide, quiet enough, to catch frogs with our hands.
It’s the year Robertlee can’t afford a suit to take me to prom.
Our flashlights tell the difference between alligators & sunken logs
adrift in the dark.
so we may glide, quiet enough, to catch frogs with our hands.
It’s the year Robertlee can’t afford a suit to take me to prom.
Our flashlights tell the difference between alligators & sunken logs
adrift in the dark.
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