THREE BRAVE YOUNG EXPLORERS

 

Over the fence and

along the dirt track,

weaving through bushes

without looking back.

Three brave young explorers

and Foster the dog

went out hunting tadpoles

went out hunting frogs

 

With nets and glass bottles,

their tools of the trade,

down to the water

their way the three made.

These hardy explorers

and Foster the dog

were searching for tadpoles,

were searching for frogs.

 

Scooping up water

and netting their prize –

a bottle of tadpoles,

one frog with big eyes.

So armed with their tadpoles

And one big eyed frog

Home went the explorers

with Foster the dog.

© Allan Cropper

• Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #31