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!
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