Thanking Unseen Peepers for Evening Frogsong
How many times,
racing barefoot past the goose
pond,
did I hear those tiny
frogs singing their songs
for all they were worth?
It was a sound of my childhood.
A delightful song
Steady and constant
A sound I was thankful for.
It wasn’t until I was an
adult
I heard the full story.
To my surprise those peepfrogs
hadn’t always been there.
When my aunt and uncle
were about to be married
they bought that bit of
land
from my grandfather.
My uncle noted there were
no peepfrogs
like he used to hear where
he grew up.
So the young lovers
sloshed in a muddy pond by
his home.
They laughed together while
catching
enough peepfrogs
to begin the peepfrog
population
on their land.
The story taught me
to appreciate
the efforts of the people
who have gone before me.
(Title is line from Pat Anthony’s “The Well” June 7, 2020)
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