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The Lord of the Tadpoles

Updated on December 30, 2016
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wrenchBiscuit said: "Being born is the most severe form of suicide. Not ending in a moment. But one moment ending for a lifetime."

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I ended this poem with a question, and it seems I answered it, because I told you. And what did I tell you? Of course, since I wrote the poem the subject seems obvious to me, but I am not going to give it all to you. What have you done for me? Why should I go that extra mile by taking you by the hand and leading you down the path?

I will tell you that there was a bridge just a few hundred yards down the road from our little farmhouse on the prairie. The bridge had rusty red railings on either side . It's been so long ago, but I imagine the railings were no more than 3 feet high. The road was a gravel road until I was probably in the 5th grade, and then the county made it a blacktop road. The bridge crossed over a winding creek that here and there had deep enough holes that we could swim in , but overall we (me and my brother who was two years older) could wade for a great distance comfortably down the creek in ankle deep, or knee deep water.

The water was crystal clear, and especially beneath the bridge there were schools of little tadpoles. There was a beautiful stand of trees on either side of the creek that created a ribbon to the north of our house going west about a quarter of a mile along the perimeter of the road on one side, and my fathers 60 acre field on the other. This ribbon of trees gave way to an expansive forest at the end of my fathers property. The forest on the east end of the creek was just a stones throw from our house.

© 2015 Ronnie wrenchBiscuit

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    • Shyron E Shenko profile image

      Shyron E Shenko 20 months ago from Texas

      Hello Ronnie, this is a fantastic poem.

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      Ronnie wrenchBiscuit 20 months ago

      Thank You Shyron!

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      Missy Smith 4 months ago from Florida

      Um...I got a picture of what this poem may be about, WB. I can't really express it. I don't want to. The fact that I don't want to might give you a clue to maybe where my mind went here. I feel sad.

      In saying that, I'm glad you gave my mind a little peace with the bridge and winding creek story after the poem. It seemed like a safe haven for my thoughts.

      Again, I don't know if my interpretation of your poem would be correct, and so, I'm not going to go that way. I'll only say I'm sorry. I don't know if that makes sense?

      This is a very good poem. It has very deep and thought-provoking elements in the lines. It was really good.

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      Ronnie wrenchBiscuit 4 months ago

      Missy, Thank you for your compliment. I would suspect that what your thinking is at least in the ballpark, and I agree, it is a frightening image.

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