Frog Houses

By Annie Way Kirby

Frog Houses is the third book of poetry Annie has published.
Butterflies and Bumblebees and Apron full o Apples are
available on line from Amazon.com and Love Unlimited bookstore
in Elberton, Ga. These books were published by Lifevest Publishing,
A Christian publishing co.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 29, 2010
• ISBN: 9781469100333

Annie Way Kirby

Annies down home roots are set in rural Danville Alabama and a real tug of war occurs when the Crimson Tide Rolls and the Dawgs bark. Thats when you get your answer to the question, Where you from? Annie is the mother of three sons, Scott, Todd, and Corey Kirby. She attributes a lot of her writing and poetic insights to the miracle of their birth. She is Nonny to Courtney, Marlee, Kaylee, Valerie, Victoria, Brandon, Harlee, Johnny Kirby and Taylor Hart. Each grandchild is a beautiful poem with a new verse written each day. Annie is a medical Secretary and enjoys life and the people she comes in contact with on a daily basis. If there is one gift shed like to give to the world it is the absolute beauty she sees in an early morning sunrise and the wonderful hues of an autumn sunset suspended between heaven and earth.

Book preview

Frog Houses

I sat cross-legged watching as he constructed

Frog houses using five-year-old feet for a pattern.

We played beneath the shade of a small sapling

Near the end of the cotton rows.

Hands with baby fat and dimples are too young

To pull the white fluff from the burs, yet must stay

Within earshot of the slide of the pick-sack

Pulling against the shoulders of our older siblings.

I was amazed that a strong Huck Finn would share

His boyhood adventures with a sister and in turn

Play with her in a playhouse as long as it was

Called a hut or cabin.

His ten year old body could shimmy up

Branchless tree’s and travel through the woods

With the ease of Jungle Boy.

He was my protector, brother, and friend.

His passing left a void too deep to fill

And just enough loving memories

To finish out my lifetime.

Divorce

He sat alone under the orange and yellow

Umbrella,

Bronze and muscular,

As he looked over the vast

White capping ocean.

A red white and blue kite

Drifted high in the summer sky

Held by a delicate string

Tied around his finger

Covering the white circle left

By the removal of his wedding ring.

Funny, his left hand could