The Garden Toad

One morning in my garden - as the mist

dissolved – a thousand apples ripe and gold

I eager saw, that hung from boughs of gold.

I pondered which to eat, when through the mist -

 

there squatting in the stiff and frozen grass -

I saw a thing – still as the dead – a toad.

I stood as still for long, until that toad

fled suddenly, and hid within the grass.

 

Though then I did those golden apples eat -

still it is lurking sometimes by those trees,

staying my hand, when I go near those trees -

when pondering which apples I will eat.

the garden toad poem christopher laverty

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poemagraphic

Tue 21st Jan 2020 19:17

Hop off Brian! ..... Before you hop off don't jump to any wrong conclusions, see what I did there... lol



Po

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Brian Maryon

Mon 20th Jan 2020 21:25

I've never had a toad in my garden, though I would like to see one before I croak.

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poemagraphic

Mon 20th Jan 2020 21:08

I love the music of your poem Christopher .

Super imagery from the image-nation.

My Granddaughter will love me reading this to her.

Thank you for several loving nights ahead.
Po

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keith jeffries

Mon 20th Jan 2020 00:36

Excellent rhyming, beautifully told which takes the reader straight to the place you so well describe.
Thank you for this

Keith

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