First memory of swimming underwater: eggs of frogs hanging in diaphanous clumps from green lily pad stems; at night in the tent I heard the father of it all booming and croaking in the reeds. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WINDOW; OR, THE SONG OF THE WRENS: THE LETTER by ALFRED TENNYSON THERE WAS A BOY (VERSION 1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE 'STAY AT HOME'S' PLAINT, 1878 by GEORGE AUGUSTUS BAKER JR. THE ROSEBUSH AND THE TRINITY by ALFRED BARRETT ESTEEMING THE BIBLE by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR THE IDLE SINGER: REACTION by QUINTIN BONE |