The Road to Nowhere

We've had a lot of rain this week, but I had no idea how much until we got out of our car at Fox Lake and found that the trail had been submerged in, well, the lake!  We were all in a silly mood that morning, which was fortunate because we got a little lost, but instead of whining the girls pointed out the deer and the dandelions and the heron and at one point I heard this little chant pipe up, a la Finding Nemo, "just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming, swimming, swimming..."  So instead of stewing in disappointment at our thwarted plans, the girls wanted to sit in the car, windows down so we could hear the amazing frog chorus, eat almonds and dried mango, and write a poem.

Here it is:

Driving, driving, driving,

we came to the edge of the lake.

The frogs were singing

The birds were singing.

We walked across the bridge

We came to the edge of the path - 

covered in water it was!

Ribbit, ribbit

I wish we were frogs!

And that was the end of our hike.

I think you can probably tell who wrote what parts - it basically went me, Eliza and then Ani, who later wrote another poem while we sat in a downpour, eating chocolate-covered pretzels while waiting for Eliza to finish Irish Dance class.  She said it was for Eliza.

I love you rain.

You make frogs come,

'cause water is a frog's home!

I love you rain.