Little Frog

Yes, little frog 
You were floating downstream 
On the surface of a giant leaf
Carried along by the swift current 
Navigating your way around 
The thick forrest of weeds 
And through the dense undergrowth 
That runs along the water's edge 
Pursued by the hungry pike
Narrowly escaping from the jaws of death 
You were swept downstream 
Towards the mouth of the great river
Where all journeys begin and end, 
And yes, the heavens were smiling down 
On that fateful day 
As you set forth on a voyage 
Of adventure and discovery 
Leaving behind the amphibious dreams 
Of a little tadpole
Spawned in the mucous-laden  stream,
And yes, this is the way that life happens 
It's always some conflict between the past
And the present 
Some upheaval of the soul
To overcome the fearful moment
And escape into the future 
With all its hopes and dreams 
Waiting to be fulfilled, 
Round the circuit of the unknown world 
And into the great mystery that lies ahead, 
A little frog 
Floating downstream 
On the surface
Of a giant leaf. 


       W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly.  2021

         26/2/22

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