Mama's Seven Prize Ducklings
Waddling down tangerine trails
Carrying their favorite marmalade pails
Mama Duck and her seven prize ducklings
Waved 'Hi' to a sandy-shelled snail
Leaving their pails in soft saffron sand
The ducklings waded into the foam
Bobbing along bubbly and twinkling surf
They sang out: "No place like home"
Later they found crystal sand in their pails
Built mighty forts and castles galore
Mama's darling, dazzling-white ducklings
Couldn't have asked her for anything more
March 25, 2020
A CHEERFUL RHYME Poetry Contest
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Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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