- Birdfoot’s Grampa
Joseph Bruchac
The old man
must have stopped our car
two dozen times to climb out
and gather into his hands
5 the small toads blinded
by our lights and leaping,
live drops of rain.
- The rain was falling,
a mist about his white hair
10 and I kept saying
you can’t save them all
accept it, get back in
we’ve got places to go.
- But, leathery hands full
15 of wet brown life,
knee deep in the summer
roadside grass,
he just smiled and said
they have places to go to
20 too.
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