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