Small toads mingle
among the weeds.
I see their
movement as I bend
down, hands toiling
remembering the joy
of childhood play.
It is humid
again this morning.
Toads
Hollyknits
and writes . . .
and writes . . .
Small toads mingle
among the weeds.
I see their
movement as I bend
down, hands toiling
remembering the joy
of childhood play.
It is humid
again this morning.
Hollyknits 
2 responses to “Toads”
Bob’s re-posting of his poem this morning prompted me to look back at the original, which, in turn, led me here. Nice imagery, and excellent use of enjambment, here.
By the way, I enjoyed the scenes of Western New York as I scrolled my way to your poem.
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Thank you however I had to look up the word ‘enjambment’. Now that I know its meaning, I’m going to go back and revisit that poem. Yes, the waterways of Western NY offer great photo shoot opportunities for knitters. :)
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