Every day, a photograph, a poem.
On my back porch just on the top of the rock wall to the side sits this little toad, a gift from a friend I see maybe once every couple years. It smiles her smile to me each day and I remember our good times, including the summer day in high school times when we each caught a toad on the bank of the river and brought it home to my back yard. At the time she was living with me, and ever since then our gifts to each other have been more toads, like this one. My back yard is full of such things, little reminders of friends and family. A good way to grow a garden.
Toad does not just greet
the sun; he also smiles a
“Hello” from my friend.Sheri Edwards
My poems are so literal, so of the small moment, but if you’d like to read some great small poems, check out the much deeper poems my friends write on twitter: #smallpoems.
Geeky Gramma ~~
Retired Middle School Language Arts/Media Teacher ~~
Writer and Thinker~~
Art from the Heart