Feeding the Ducks
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I still remember
when I was a little girl
mom and dad loving picnics
we liked this one place
with lots of old shady trees
and a wooden water pier
the little ducklings
swam right behind mother duck
and they were so sweet to watch
on the very end
of the pier I liked to sit
oh, can I feed them, daddy
dad said yes of course
but never feed bread my dear
he gave me some nice green grapes
some chopped old lettuce
even some grated carrots
oh, I ate some green grapes too
why dad, why not bread
he told me bread would kill them
water fowl cannot digest
bread- feed them good food
dad knew lots about nature
and feeding wee ducklings too
I loved how they came
paddling fast to get a treat
mother duck drifted watching
then- watermelon
even I had some of that
I was just a small girl then
a memory now
of an afternoon feeding
precious ducklings from the pier
of my mom and dad
and that special place we loved
I still go- to feed ducklings
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March 20, 2022 (Edit from May 5, 2016)
Poetry/Choka/Feeding The Ducks
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1441-058-20
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, A Brian Strand 1093
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 03/21/2022
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2022
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