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The Duck That Lost His Quack

The Duck That Lost His Quack A Duck woke up late one day last week, And all he could do was to squeak. He looked everywhere and listened to different things, Even heard sounds all around, from pings to zings. For example, he tried many gates, stairs, and barn doors, Then went and stepped on cracks in nearby creaky floors. He visited several witches, doctors and some were both, They prescribed everything from lemons to ginger troth. In his travels, he came across a quaint woodshop, Being so tired, he sat down with a solid plop. A carpenter saw that the Duck was so very sad, From behind the counter, he came to help the lad. After hearing of the tale of a missing sound, The carpenter leapt up with a double bound. He said, “From within is where it comes, Not outside, as most would sum.” “I have made many instruments for music, And what you need is something acoustic.” He brought out a short board with a nail, Then attached several metal strings to a pail. The carpenter said, “Play away and listen to the sounds in your head.” The Duck strummed everything from Enya to the Grateful Dead. After a fashion, the Duck was soon lost in the tunes, And started to dance and sing like a midnight Lune. Who knew that this Duck had a knack, And in the middle of it all started to quack. So you see, it’s not external to what you seek, In many cases, its internal and who you meet. Written by Michael Eastman, 8-25-2015, This, after listening to Bubbles the Mouse speak, And hearing a long story composed of squeaks.

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Date: 8/28/2015 1:41:00 PM
Wow Michael a fabulous tale with great meaning....a fav
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Michael Eastman
Date: 8/29/2015 8:22:00 PM
Yes, I do like to have a point to all my meanderings, even if they lead to something on the left side of weird. More to come.
Date: 8/28/2015 10:57:00 AM
More added to the menagerie at Acorn Falls. Isn't Hubby's imagination and story telling Grand! But I'm a always a bit star struck when he tells me his tales... Dragon and Grandpa Troll like them too.
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Michael Eastman
Date: 8/29/2015 8:12:00 AM
Well, Grandpa Troll should. He and his tech troll gang work with me in my secret workshop in the basement (oops, shouldn't have told Carol where that is. Darn.)
Date: 8/28/2015 9:09:00 AM
This is simply charming Michael the imagery is delightful:-) I do hope to see some collaborations with you and Carol:-) Hugs Jan xx 7
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Michael Eastman
Date: 8/29/2015 8:08:00 AM
I suspect that many of Carol's stories have me hidden in them somewhere. Such as Hobble Hubby more pronounced, but only slightly so in others. Many more to come.
Date: 8/28/2015 8:42:00 AM
A very cute poem. I am glad I stopped pass. I hope you will check out some of my work. I think you might enjoy "Sheep less Night" It is my only children poem and some others. I hope to see you there!!!
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Michael Eastman
Date: 8/29/2015 8:01:00 AM
Thankyou for looking at my light poetry. I'm still new to all of this. I usually just tell my tales at home, but Carol wanted me to share them.