Cool twilight summer breeze
Singing singing singing
Free
When we pass the pond
The frogs get really loud
Like a chorus of praises
Or a crowd
There’s a pile of us
In the back of a truck
Suntanned skin and wild hair
Getting lost on country roads
The moon is our guide
And the explosions in the sky
Set off by patriots
They’re still among us
My heart sings with the frogs
Joyfully
Others are with me
Seeing what I see
It’s as refreshing as a bomb pop
On my tongue
To hear you say what I thought
It’s been four months
We’ve all changed
Wounded but we’re here
That’s why we sing louder tonight
We finally understand the fight
About the Creator
Natalie Spack
I always have a notebook around so I can write down my thoughts! Anything from scripts, short stories, novels, songs, to poems! I also love comedy and make my own funny sketches on youtube (www.youtube.com/nataliespack)
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