Bullfrog Valley

Encamped beside a clear blue water lake We call it, Bullfrog Valley. Here, they thrive. The labyrinth of streams the water takes Brings insects, as the meadows come alive. Blue herons wade, perched hawks take treetop views Colorful fish seek shelter in the shade The bullfrogs sing for rain, from grassy pews Mix sights and sounds of nature, all stress fades Late evening, we share tales around a fire First one who tells a lie, don't stand a chance Each time a story's told, the stakes get higher Night breezes make sparks rise and shadows dance As eyes begin to dry, we start to crash A night time serenade in Bullfrog Valley The orange glow turns into white hot ash The moon provides the light in nature's galley. by Daniel Turner