Rewriting
Croaking of many bullfrogs
At the break of day
In a frozen barren wasteland
Would surprise one I'll say
North winds are howling all around
I shiver from the cold
Roaring breezes are eerie now
But hearth's fire flames enfolds
Thank you, Lord, for daily warmth
And shelter from the cold
Unfinished...
I was watching Reflections on Daystar
One day and they showed pictures
of Alaska(I guess) in the dead of
winter and I could hear Bullfrogs croaking..
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2013
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