He wants to shake the moss off his back
and leave the tad-poles behind.
They remind him of his misspent youth
and wasted Spring.
The blackbird sings of blue skies,
far off lands,
and the bullfrog dreams of flying.
- Author: Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 3rd, 2024 15:34
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments7
We all have our dreams Thomas.
Andy
Thanks
Good write Thomas.
Thank you.
Now Thomas you outdid yourself with this gem. I'm going to start calling you Aesop and the metaphor goes deep. Lovely, one of my favorites of yours
Thank you. Much appreciated.
I'm siding with the bullfrog. Nice work.
Thanks, Dan.
👏👏 Clapping!
Short and succinct,
thought provoking indeed!!
Poetic perfection,
and a pleasure to read!! ⭐⭐
Best regards my friend!! 😊
✌️ Thad
Thank you, Thad. Much appreciated.
We all have to dream, of something i do quite alot of.
Loved and very much enjoyed Thomas
Thank you so much.
Hope you had an excellent birthday?
Next month. Thanks.
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