POEM: Sounds of the season are all around us
April 20, 2026
By Sue Shaw
Spring Sounds
In early April
Where it’s wet
You’ll hear a sound
You won’t forget…
A mighty sound…
Comes from the bog…
From a very tiny,
Vocal frog!
Spring peepers sing,
A chorus huge…
That sounds at dusk.
A frog deluge!
While the woodcock ‘peents’,
The peepers sing…
Proclaiming April
And a Maine-style spring!
— Sue Shaw lives and writes in Penobscot.
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