I stare into the garden pond, wondering
On the theory of evolution
And how it applies to frogs
Why their life changes, so quickly
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excellent poem Paula. The question why do they leave their pond, why do we leave our pond sometimes. ? thinking about that
Unique & thought provoking. I need to study my pond more closely :)
well versed, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
Great poem, they are like teenagers leaving the nest, no idea what awaits them.
Paula, it is a beautiful poem, full of wonder and nature itself, I love frogs and I just saw a tiny one as I stepped outside :) Thank you for this wonderful poem. Kasia
Creative! It's Mother Nature that always has a way to prod curiosity in all living creatures to exploring new horizons.
Creative! It's Mother Nature that prods curiosity in all living creatures to discovering and exploring beyond the horizons.
i love frogs they're like us, they can swim, jump and much of all talk too much. hehehehe
Paula, You missed the point - - - It is little boys like me, that grabbed them out of that security!
Thought provoking stuff Paula. I like this. We changed their world beyond all recognition by creating cars and roads and all the rest of it, and they'll adapt, or no more frogs in ponds - brutal isn't it! Survival of the 'fittest'. This poem will make it though, without any adaptations. It's very good work. jim
I love the whimsical, light tone of this poem, which asks one of the most serious of questions.