Jimmy Wimbleton listened a first week in June. <br />Ditches along prairie roads of Northern Illinois <br />Filled the arch of night with young bullfrog songs. <br />Infinite mathematical metronomic croaks rose and spoke, <br />Rose and sang, rose in a choir of puzzles. <br />They made his head ache with riddles of music. <br />They rested his head with beaten cadence. <br />Jimmy Wimbledon listened.<br /><br />Carl Sandburg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/young-bullfrogs/
