The other day I was out and about doing errands and I stopped at a recycle center. While I was doing my recycling I saw one of those school notebooks in the recycling pile and I pulled it out. The notebook was empty and ready to use with the exception of six pages. All six pages had the same poem written on them. I am not sure I like the poem, but it was very interesting and I didn't think it deserved the ignoble death that it was about to suffer so I brought it home and I copied it here – I felt it was at least worthy of discussion. I will take it down at the author's request and have left the poem true to the author's format! :)
Frogs – written by Norman MacCaig
Frogs sit more solidthan anything sits. In mid leap they are
parachutes falling
in a free fall. They die on roads
with arms across their chests and
heads high
I love frogs that sit
like Buddha, that fall without
parachutes, that die
like Italian tenors
Above all I like them because
pursued in water, they never
panic so much that they fail to make
stylish triangles with their ballet dancers
legs
What are your thoughts?
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