Feeding the Ducklings
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Contest: Feeding the ducklings: Sponsor: Eve Roper Placed 2nd ~ 28th May 2016
An only child on grandpa’s farm
I idly dream my days away
in hidden nooks or wooded glades
where elves and fairies go to play.
I race the wind in open fields
in shades of yellow and plush green;
supine I lie watching the clouds,
pick out blue patches in between.
I chase the pigeons, shout in glee
at lazy goats and grazing sheep.
Beside the lake I sail my boat
and in the water go knee deep.
Sometimes I fish with homemade rod;
that’s when the ducks come in a flash.
I give them bread out of my bag,
with cries of joy they quack and splash.
The ducks and I get on so well,
our days are spent without a care.
We have become the best of friends.
It’s love for nature that we share!
Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2016
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