Frogs [poem by Rex Ingamells]

[Editor: This poem by Rex Ingamells was published in Forgotten People (1936).]

Frogs

Each night now, since the rains last week,
The frogs keep croaking in the creek.

I hear, ere sleep, the medleyed notes
Escape the wet, moon-gleaming throats.

There’s one old bullfrog’s base that comes
Up from the mudbanks by the gums . . .

Last night, while drifting off, I heard
That sound, and it recurred — recurred,
Insufferably loud and harsh,
From giant reed-growths in a marsh,
Where starlight streamed insipid on
The slime of Labyrinthodon.

Source:
Rex Ingamells, Forgotten People, F. W. Preece & Sons, Adelaide, 1936, page 37