From windswept shore I climbed to rocky perch,
Crowned like giant stairs to steepled church,
Solid and immovable, no waver, without lurch;
Pitching boat ‘mid rolling waves, fragile as the birch,
I feared for frail men, how perilous the search;
When calmed the wind, I climbed from rocky perch.
The Writings of William C. Pennington 
This whole series is wonderful!
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Thank you! One more stanza to post.
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love frog-cuddled in pictures-posts ✌️😀
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I didn’t frogs smelled with their mouths open. I just thought they were real happy 😂😂😁😁🐸🐸
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