My gardens over-frogged
They crouch amongst my pile of logs
Lie low between my plant filled pots.

Or hide amidst the flowery wands
and lushness of the ferny fronds
That grow beside my tiny pond.

Where, with a splash and toes unfurled
They dive into their watery world
With ripples wide and bubbles pearled.

Croakside up they herald spring
Then wait around my garden fringe
To catch the bounties summer flings.

The slugs and snails and other things
What joy my well frogged garden brings.

By M. Waddingham

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