Elizabeth Melton Parsons


Poem – The Frog Pond


I wrote this for my son years ago when he came home from school with a tale his teacher had told of a large frog saving a smaller one from a snake one day at his pond. An amazing story and it fired my imagination.frog-streesed

The Frog Pond

Glistening, gleaming waters calm,

Castles green of sparkling glass_

Shadows cast by swaying palms.

Green Knights strong and bold of caste,

Keeping watch both night and day.

Castle guards must never sleep,

Protecting those of weaker sway.

Dangers lurk in waters deep_

Attacking Dragon from the east_

Ravenously stalking with deadly intent_

Slithering slowly round the Keep.

Victim paralyzed, all courage spent_

Trapped within the mouth of doom,

Hope still lives in this young Prince.

Within his breast dreams still bloom_

Croaking out with last breath spent.

Knight of courage and renown,

Certain rescue to unfold_

Pulling tail of serpent down_

Bold young Knight of green and gold.

Saving Kingdom and the Prince_

Peace now reigns in this small bog_

Never seen the Dragon hence,

In this Kingdom of the Frog.


ÓElizabeth Melton Parsons


Author: Elizabeth Melton Parsons

I'm a novelist, poet, and artist. I love books, nature, art, and gardening. I'm a rock hound and there's a photo of me with a cool fossil rock on my about page, I take a lot of nature pictures. The background here is one of mine. Unfortunately I recently lost my wonderful husband, but I'm grateful to have the blessing of two beautiful sons. elizabethmeltonparsons.wordpress.com is © Elizabeth Melton Parsons 2007-2018. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Elizabeth Melton Parsons with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

4 thoughts on “Poem – The Frog Pond

  1. so glad I stopped by; I really enjoyed your poem Elizabeth


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