Frogs




I sit
Silent witness to romance.
To joy and heartache.
The Princesses come alone,
And with their betrothed.
 I bet they were ugly
When they were frogs.



Picture: (c) 2013 Dave Raider, Northfiield MN USA.  Used with permission.   









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  1. AnonymousAugust 31, 2013 at 8:17 PM

    Awesome! You know, that frog felt kind of whimsical, but your poem really gives the location a better meaning. I don't doubt that many wedding parties have come to that site, and exchange their vows. Thank you for such a wonderful addition to the collaboration... :) -David II

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    1. Another Government EmployeeAugust 31, 2013 at 8:21 PM

      You are most welcome.

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    2. UnknownAugust 31, 2013 at 11:36 PM

      This is wonderful. I always love a short poem if it gets the message across. This one did.

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    3. UnknownAugust 31, 2013 at 11:37 PM

      This is wonderful. I always love a short poem if it gets the message across. This one did.

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  2. trevSeptember 1, 2013 at 1:26 AM

    you made the location feel real...
    filling it with romance and doubt and humorous intent in such a short ode...
    Quite brilliant Christopher...
    Maybe add at the end...
    "KISS ME! KISS ME!" ... LOL..

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  3. AnonymousSeptember 1, 2013 at 1:42 AM

    Loved it! Perfect fit for that picture!
    Demme

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  4. AnonymousSeptember 1, 2013 at 9:51 AM

    This one started with a smile, and surely ended with a giggle!! Wonderful... -Marvin

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  5. Grace Grits and GardeningSeptember 1, 2013 at 10:50 PM

    Excellent! Love your writing.

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  6. Colleen Keller BreuningSeptember 2, 2013 at 2:14 PM

    Heartwarming and poignant.... from the eyes of the lonely stone frog. I love this!

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    1. Another Government EmployeeSeptember 2, 2013 at 5:49 PM

      When Dave invited me, I had to go back through the photo album to find one that worked. This one did.

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  7. Michael ToddSeptember 2, 2013 at 8:45 PM

    Do you ever wake up with bullfrogs on your mind?
    I do.

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  8. sueSeptember 3, 2013 at 8:47 AM

    oh you posted your David post - I didn't know if I would post mine or not. Loved it!

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    1. Another Government EmployeeSeptember 3, 2013 at 7:46 PM

      It was the best way to match image and verse. As soon as I saw the frog, it had to be written.

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