To Matsuo Basho -
Startling frog -
low and loud -
mooing like a cow.
Every time I visit my mom, we drive to Fernwood, a botanical garden, 35 miles from Dowagiac. We walk among the ponds, gardens, forest trails down, down to the St Joe River. This time as we passed a pond with tall grasses, golden-green in the sun and lily pads in pretty patterns, we heard a frog with a, kind of, typical croak. We stood there listening for a curious moment. Suddenly a low, loud, sound, truly like a cow's slow, continuing, melodious moo filled the area around the pond. We looked at each other surprised and amazed. Never had we heard a frog sound like that! Immediately, I thought of Matsuo Basho and his timeless haiku I so love - Old Pond.
frog jumps in:
by Matsuo Basho
Welcome to Four Lines! I have a goal I would like to write at least four lines of poetry or a haiku every day for the rest of my life. I'm excited about this challenge! Also, along with my daily poem, I will be reading at least four lines of another author's poetry. I'll try to include that here also. So I'm thinking - how difficult can it be to read and then write one poem a day? We will see! - Claudia
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