Poem

Under a rock and hidden deep, There lies a frog, he’s half asleep. He dreams no dreams of kingdoms far, But of being trapped inside a jar.  He tossed and turned throughout the night, Not cold, he shivered from his fright. The jar was sealed, the air was thin, Not much air was there within.  So he gasped and strived for a breath, And bravely waited for his death. [Read More]