The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying

Here is a link to my youtube channel where I read my poetry. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7hP285EP-bo

He wants to shake the moss off his back
and leave the tad-poles behind.
They remind him of his misspent youth
and wasted Spring.
The blackbird sings of blue skies,
far off lands,
and the bullfrog dreams of flying.

Author's Note

My book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems is available on Amazon.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

An excellent poem full of truth and realistic message.
I think if we are not designed for that by the Almighty, we can dream all day and night like the Bullfrog, but at the end of the day we need flying instruments to do that to augment our lack of something. Took thousands of years of man to achieve that.

[Thomas W Case]

You are so right. Thanks for commenting.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome sir.

[emmajoygreen]

To each his or her own, joy in living, joy in doing your own thing.. anything to keep happy and behaving as one 'almost' should. Methinks there's a moral here, Thomas, sir.

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you so much. You are right.

[Pryde Foltz]

We always want what we cannot have. Poor l'il bullfrog:) Delightful write.

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you for commenting. I appreciate it.

[Neville]

and why not .. I say good luck, hop on board and never give up ..

[Thomas W Case]

Thanks, brother. I appreciate it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Instead he wails at night for his misfortune...
those dreams died in his first pond.
Maybe in the end he will still get to fly.
j.

[Thomas W Case]

Thanks for the review.