Ode' To the Toad
Always did we hear them sing
A joyful lifting croak
We always had to watch our dog
For the poison toad will choke
I drove to the flowing river,
dry, most all the time
Expecting the song of the desert toad
and their throaty deep croaked chime
I climbed out of the family car
To the flowing wash I went
Instead of cheerful throaty praise
Eerily silent
The dreadful drought was wicked
Drying deeply every creek bed
Though never did I sing an ode'
To the Colorado River toad
My heart is in a worried doubt
After this dry and horrid drought
What is keeping them tucked away
So silent this cool rainy day
I'm worried for those desert toads
Who've never stayed in their abodes
Deep within the moistened sand
When rain has washed this desert land
I hope for them everything's well
After this droughts dry, scorching hell
Hoping that they didn't croak
Before our long awaited soak
Copyright © Bj Legros Kelley | Year Posted 2021
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