Monday, October 23, 2017

ABC Wednesday
October 25th, 2017
The letter is P for Polliwog

Do you remember,
or did you ever
bring a bucket of frog spawn home with you
from the lake, or the pond???

And then watch it,
day by day, as the eggs developed into tadpoles
and then the tadpoles into

The word "polliwog" comes from the old English
Pol meaning head
and Wygle - to wiggle.

And how they do wiggle!!

Here is a nice poem by Albert Garcia
entitled "Frog Eggs'

They started as a small slime
of black dots.  After
wading through the pond
you and the boys,
sloshing a plastic bucket,
poured brackish water
into a clear bowl, and there
they were, a little jelly packet
of lives that grew daily
under our magnifying glass.
They're turning flat,
you tell me as you peer in
this afternoon, and I admit
I'm as caught up in this
as the boys who announce
any wiggle, any sign
of the tail, legs, gills.
But I'm content
to watch you watch the eggs, you
hovering over the bowl,
hair encircling your face
like dark ferns surrounding a pool
before a waterfall,
holding, accentuating the light.

and a light video on the life of a frog
hosted by Kermit!!!

There must be something to be said
for those lazy, hazy
polliwog days!!!

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Penny said...

Yes, but I didn't know they were called pollywogs. I will be glad when moving is over, but... then I have to sort it all out.

John "By Stargoose And Hanglands" said...

The poem takes me back a long way, to a time of walking home from the pond with my jam jar full of tadpoles. Innocent harmless pleasures - though I don't suppose it did the tadpoles much good.

ABC-Wednesday said...

No I didn't .. my mother would have *something not so nice* ;-)

Lovely choice for P though

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Roger Owen Green said...

I did happen to know this. Fun


Sallie (FullTime-Life) said...

Yes we did and so did our children! And our grands. And our daughter is sharing the wonder with her grandsons now (they have a pond on the farm, so they don't even have to go camping to find them!) And we have always called them pollywogs (I was surprised to see the comments that not everyone uses that term!)..... But I didn't know the origins of the word ... really never stopped to think about it, so I learned something new today.

Hill Top Post said...

Oh, yes! My little brother and I did this every spring until we kind of outgrew it. We were always kind of sad when the little frogs hopped away. Thanks for the memories. I love the poem!