Lake Poem

Lake at Blue Oak Reserve

The calm lake lies quiet
Some of its parts green
Or reflects bluish hues
In them, bullfrogs hide
From murky waters
They commandeer all,
With deep, loud bass
The lake may be quiet
Grumpy bullfrogs aren’t


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