The Beauty of the Frog
He stands as if about to jump
Despite his metal frame;
And magnifies the stolid earth
His toes and poise declaim.
The ancient green patina worn
About his sinewed dance,
Reflects the art of drawn-from-life
His glow no happenstance.
Long, long he’ll live to juxtapose
The viewer and the viewed,
And gratefully we thank the gift,
The giver’s aptitude.
