The toad sits under a flower pot
a leathery warty thing,
giving me such a sorrowful look
for simply discovering him.
I pull out rotting tomatoes
put grow bags into a bin,
the toad’s not impressed
that I’m doing my best,
just cross I’m disturbing him.
He crawls into a tight corner,
he’s fat, but tries to look thin,
he need not worry
I’m not in a hurry
and won’t be disposing of him.
A little boy looks into a dry stone wall and imagines who might inhabit it. Poem with illustrations. A6 softback (postcard size) 24 pages.
Words and illustrations by Ann Perrin
Produced by The Dry Stone Walling Education Project
Ann’s poetry covers the big topics of love and death with originality. Take for instance the title poem which is full of surprises yet also wonderfully poignant.
Ann Perrin 
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Thank you Terry glad you liked it Ann