Polliwogs Poems - Poems about Polliwogs

... Listen closely and hear spring’s beautiful sonata. It comes to sweep the winter’s gloom away. It is the cheerful singing of the robin and the birds from the south returning to greet the spl......

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...Thumbelina was the daintiest dancer at the meadow pond. She had a pact with the polliwogs and frogs, a heavenly bond. She danced in their weeds, and they warned her of danger. She then helped thei......

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...Prancing purple polliwogs playing prissily Querying querulous quail quite quietly Reviving romantic roosters respectfully Sassy swooning swans sighted saucily Tempting tenuous trickster trout tas......

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...Animals Animals love us, and we love them, So take action to save the same. Big cats from the African savanna or Orangutans from the Borneo forests, the wor......

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...Dogs eat cats, cats eat rats Rats eat things that fall from bats Bats eat bugs, bugs eat trees Trees that fall on birds and bees Birds and bees and bugs on logs Logs and trees and polliwogs ......

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...Cutting squares out the verse Pulling stanzas from stars dreaming of cloud waterfalls Polliwogs running upright with a slarp.slap slap Connecting with the space inside If it all works out in the......

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...Beautiful wildflowers on the hillside gleam. Children pluck the flowers there, and nearby is a stream. Its waters with little polliwogs now teem! Kids are splashing after them. How glad they seem!......

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...two sijo Take note of the resemblance between maple seeds and tadpoles? Ideas spin round like maple seeds seeking a spot to sprout; our minds are small ponds where agile tadpoles (like thoughts......

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...Poet: Ken Jordan Poem: Sebastopol Edited by: Sparkle Jordan written: April/2016 Where lighthouse rays shine on seagull wings - Where the misty morning dew - beckon ......

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...Wide the mirrored water stretched, licking green upon the pointed pines, limbs sweeping low and cool. The creek meandered, soft giggles escaping mossy rocks where polliwogs swam, nearly, but not......

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...I came upon a shimmering pond And cast my line in deep Set me down on the dock nearby And dangled my aching feet My mind goes back to earlier days When in smaller ponds this boy did play Wher......

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...I am the baby who cried "more peaches" and waited the young girl with dirty feet catching polliwogs beneath bated sun I am the shy teenager stealing a first kiss shattered by disappointment and reali......

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