Post by Athena on Oct 21, 2014 5:36:21 GMT -6
The tree-toad's a town crier
With faint and rusty bell
That throught long summer evenings
Rings out a far "All's well."
And from the swampy thicket
The frogs croak, like a score
Of old men gatherd nightly
About some village store.
But shrill as ancient fiddle
Beneath a blindman's bow
Crckets and grasshoppers must play
The only tune they know.
Copyright ©2007 Jess Carter
With faint and rusty bell
That throught long summer evenings
Rings out a far "All's well."
And from the swampy thicket
The frogs croak, like a score
Of old men gatherd nightly
About some village store.
But shrill as ancient fiddle
Beneath a blindman's bow
Crckets and grasshoppers must play
The only tune they know.
Copyright ©2007 Jess Carter
