Our green frogs would croak n croak,
and in our rainwater tanks they spoke.
a sort of hollow sound.
When the rain finally come,
3 years of drought, don’t run,
Dogpaddle in the water brown,
River is a coming down,
Mosquito will cause a frown,
Grass is growing, clown.
Some.
Don Johnson
Categories:
dogpaddle, adventure,
Form: Verse