Toads July 28, 2015June 30, 2020 by Holly 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. Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Tags: Entertainment healthy-living journaling Poetry Holly Holly knits with grit and believes a happy life is a well balanced one. Related 2 thoughts on “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. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply 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. :) LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Leave a Reply to rivrvlogr Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.