gray tree frog
Dryophytes versicolor
Featured Poem:
Where to Find:
Visit the Hesburgh Library Reflecting Pool on a warm summer night. You’ll likely see some American toads, too.
Resident Expert:
Gracie Hedgpeth, PhD Student in Biology at Notre Dame
community poems
A Frog Named Candace
A hot summer night
I break through the foliage
A full moon gleams bright
Evasive Froggy
You know how to swim
And hop through the grass disguised
You’re so hard to catch
Friends
Ribbit
On
God
—JT
I am a frog,
I sit in my tree,
and chirp,
because the night was
made for me
Unbound
by Michael
Dusk dims, slackens
the slick green springs
snap, free frogs
stretch long and lithe
through pond slime
remembering
and foretelling
the egg of home and heaven
Crumbling Cornerstone
Overlooked by many
To some a delicacy
Yet crucial to all
A Frog’s Tale
by Mary Udani
Ribbit Ribbit Ribbit
Ribbit
Ribbit Ribbit Ribbit
The Pond at Notre Dame
by Joey Riordon
We went to the pond to look for a frog
The frog went down deep but did not drown and came
Up for a fly for dinner and then went for a swim and when the sun
Came up he had a delicious fly
If you are feeling froggy,
then take the leap.
—BPM
Prophet
by Emma
Stoic, sitting at the edge of the bath
Expressionless as his brethren
Tumble and laugh
What is he thinking, this silent observer?
His head in the trees,
His visage reserved
Perhaps he ponders past dinners,
Mouthfuls of flies
Or thinks of a past lover
In the pond, in his mind’s eye
ROSES ARE RED
VIOLETS ARE FROG
FROG FROG FROG FROG
FROG FROG FROG FROG FROG