The Frog and the Granite Shore

I walked through a wood one late summer’s day,
Afternoon light dappled a forest glade;
Lily pad in green-black pond and on it lay
A frog whose languid croak appeared to say,
As he scratched white belly in sun’s warm ray,
I shall not move on this late summer’s day.

I stopped to ponder my neighbor in green,
Who, eyes near closed in dreamlike sheen,
Lay ankles crossed and head on arm a’lean;
He snorted half asleep in his pastoral scene,
Then snapped half-hearted at black fly on wing;
I chuckled then and left my neighbor in green.

Away the wood, I walked upon granite shore,
Pounding waves, like knuckles rapped upon a door;
A lobster boat, weatherworn in wind that tore,
And red-faced men, like fishermen of yore,
Whose raw, ripped flesh labored evermore,
To work the sea that swept the granite shore.

From windswept shore I climbed to rocky perch,
Crowned like giant stairs to steepled church,
Solid and immovable, no waver, without lurch;
Pitching boat ‘mid rolling waves, fragile as the birch,
I feared for frail men, how perilous the search;
But calmed the wind, and I climbed from rocky perch.

Walked I now upon concrete path in town,
Crisscrossed here and there with poles of brown,
And wires black, and stacks that belched like clowns;
Buildings dark and squat gave good Earth an ugly frown;
People passed, eyes avert, unsmiling, looking down;
I felt no joy from my fellow man on the concrete path in town.

Upon a bench I sat, the park in silence, no music thrilled the air,
Nor child’s laugh or lovers’ sigh, no, nothing, nothing fair,
No flowers bright nor chirping sparrow, all had flown from there;
I pondered as I sat, and sorrowed at man’s life, threadbare
Of God’s delights and starry nights, excitement, wonder, dare;
Oh, how I longed for frog and granite shore, with music to thrill the air.

7 thoughts on “The Frog and the Granite Shore

  1. J.J Sylvester

    This is a really detailed poem. It’s enchanting, especially the way you caught the scenery in the first two paragraphs. I can see images when I read this poem. So much is said in every line, I love it.

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