I am a yellow dog <br />who would rather be <br />a toad. Too many frogs <br /> <br />have ideas about the sea, <br />foreign swamps and bayous; <br />my own puddle makes me happy <br /> <br />I am a silly man <br />Who’d rather be a <br />boy…be that the plan <br /> <br />Romp in emerald fields— <br />Devoid of when or why; <br />Exuberance yields <br /> <br />I am a sorry soul <br />When water turns to dust <br />Fails to achieve goal <br /> <br />I’ll be a cherub—cheerful <br />Minus sorrow’s burden <br />Plastic life now fear full <br /> <br />Of gilded green temptation <br />Paper powerless pawn <br />Denying all…salvation <br /> <br />The blood he bleeds <br />Is all one needs <br />To nurture seeds <br />And strangle weeds <br />That boldly feed <br />Demon greed<br /><br />Kenneth Snow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/green-grows/
