Lily Pads

On September 13, 2026 By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry86 Comments

Lily Pads

Plump frogs hide
under bright green,
veiled beneath
their patch
of security,
and I wonder where
in the velvety sheen
am I?

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© Lauren Scott, BaydreamerWrites.com
Photo: S. Mendez

Lauren Scott is a Pushcart Prize nominee who enjoys small-town living in California’s Bay Area with her husband, Matt, of thirty-seven years. Although their daughter and son live out of state, frequent visits and modern technology keep their family of four close. Lauren is the author of four poetry collections, a memoir, and a children’s picture book. She has been a guest on several podcasts and her work has appeared in seven anthologies. Her poetry and prose has also been featured by Spillwords Press and Literary Revelations where she has received several honors. Lauren is a member of the Redwood Writers chapter and Marin chapter of the California Writers Club, and she is currently working on a new poetry collection, a short story collection, and an early chapter book for children.

Three Nights in a Van – Part 2

On August 21, 2024August 21, 2024 By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry90 Comments

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 ❤️

Tanglewood

On August 24, 2018August 24, 2018 By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry39 Comments

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…