Frogs – Baydreamer Writes ~ Lauren Scott, Author

Dear Friends and Family,

On of our hikes, we discovered a pond, and a fun poem came to mind for Part 2 in my camper van adventure series. If you missed Part 1, you can read it here. Enjoy!

Mr. Frog

I wonder if a frog
lives in that pond
or a family of three
or even beyond.

A green meadow surrounds
with evenings of hoots –
an enchanting location
to plant their roots.

With each step of silence
I’m quiet as can be.
Mr. Frog, please show
your wide eyes to me.

When I was five
I found a frog
as big as a football
but not huge like a hog.

I named him Sam,
a fine name for him,
but it was a tossup
between Sam and Tim.

Now you know the reason
I simply love frogs
as much as my heart
loves all breeds of dogs.

And this is why I wish
Mr. Frog would pop up soon
to bid me the finest day,
and tonight, the brightest moon!

***Meet the frog that I named Sam made by***
***my mom when I was a little girl. He is comprised***
of ***love, corduroy, and beans.***

I hope you enjoyed the fun, and as always, I appreciate
your visit. Have a wonderful day filled with smiles!
~ Lauren ❤️

It was a townhouse
that stood two-stories
tall, where fond memories
float about, and where I
wore pigtails and a smile.
I recall my foot landing
on the bottom step, and
Morton would offer his
feathery hello, and in my
language, the same I
would bestow.

This is the home where
Mom gave me a frog
that would live forever. It
was made with time, love,
red corduroy and beans.
I named him Sam, and he
meant the world to me.

Events from two days ago
can be obscure, yet visions
of my first day of kindergarten
remain vivid, wearing a
plaid jumper, black and white
saddle shoes, and riding in the
big, yellow school bus. This was
a time when Mom and Dad
were still with us…