on
our
nature
walk today
we saw ducklings
following their mother
all around the forest pond ...
they were so sweet and quite fast
swimming in an organized single file ~
do you know ducklings swim within hours
and they stay with their mother for two months -
I cannot wait to watch those precious ducklings grow up
on the green lush forest pond with all their duckling friends
glowing spring colors
budding twigs spread out their fan ~
embracing cute duck
Blue skies where geese fly
yellow ducklings parading
Duck dad on patrol
six baby ducklings
sailing behind proud mother...
empty broken shells
"If you dream for a mind at peace and a heart tranquil seek that
old rusty gate that opens wide into your childhood memories ...."
Quote by _ Constance
There was a huge park at the end of our street,
and I keep a precious memory within my heart;
of going there with food for the ducklings to eat,
at the pond- a memory that will never depart.
Father told me to never, ever feed them bread,
so, I would bring them lots of leafy lettuce greens;
I loved to hold a baby and stroke their little head,
and watching them eat made for sweet scenes.
I recall with joy of those wonderful childhood days,
of the tranqulity and joy those little birds brought;
over and over in my memory the vision plays,
the ducks, the park and pond, I have not forgot.
Even, when I am old and frail laying in my bed,
I will recall that little girl of six and ducklings on the pond;
perhaps, in my last gasp it will be the last thread,
of life, and that childhood memory that I find so fond.
Back in the day, it was thought to prevent earaches.
So, he'd line his ducklings up before him.
Then take a big mechanic's drag from a Marlboro Red...
Then gently blow smoke into their sunlit ears.
They'd cough a little and skip away giggling.
The ritual always ended with, "I love you dearly ".
calm
placid
clear blue lake
serene and still
in a wide palm-fringed
rich green verdant valley
mother duck leads and swims
in the tranquil lake
ducklings white, soft
follow her
one by
one
Date: 08/19/2021
For Merse Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Malabika Ray Choudhury
web-footed babes
looking for mama
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
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
A hi-rise building in my nabe,
With fountain out in front,
Was where I saw 12 ducklings
And it wasn’t just a stunt.
For yesterday, I saw a duck
Within the fountain’s pool,
A rare sight in the city,
Where most often pigeons rule.
She must have been preparing
For her brand-new balls of fluff,
Now all lined up by the water,
Not a one quite brave enough.
The city has its wonders
And it perked me up to view,
On my morning walk, 12 ducklings
Huddled on York Avenue.
Watch how easily souls are gathered
When words are falsely spent to mock
Unfettered as if hearts so mattered
Like tossing bread crumbs from a dock.
The least of ducklings are discerning
Fooled they're not by false repast
Paddling toward a chance of earning
While food through rippled currents last.
Fear rises from life's ledge
Only when you are looking down
Peering up from waters edge
Only warm sunlight can be found.
Trade only notes in eider down
And keep your carriage dry
Nary ye nest with unknown colors
And place not your fortune in a lie.
If it walks like a duck,
It could be a goose...
Feeding the Ducklings Contest
Judged 5/30/2016
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!
The child sits upon the new dock
Enjoying summer's air
Dipping her toes in the river
Sun reflects from fair hair
She's captivated by ducks swimming
In quiet blue waters
Unaware of previous tribes
Who lived here with daughters
Slowly she cast small crumb by crumb
Her bread upon the sea
Thinking how much fun for the ducks
Floating quietly must be
The child in me joins her today
And sits upon the dock
Nothing reminds me of time
Nor will I look at a clock
Inspired by Eve Roper's contest Feeding The Ducklings
Written: Saturday, May 28, 2016
I feed the ducklings - to relax and rest.
From the many trial and test.
Feeding the ducklings is gentle and kind.
Bringing tranquility to soul and mind.
I feed the ducklings on a bench in a park.
While listening to the many dogs bark.
When feeding the ducklings - I am not stressed.
Knowing that deep down I am truly blessed!
I feed the ducklings wherever they may be.
And enjoy the many other sights that I see.
Feeding the ducklings brings me happiness and light.
Granting me joyous dreams under the moon at night.
So feed the ducklings and see negativity leave.
All you have to do is in this to believe!
Feeding the ducklings allows your spirit to soar.
To the many places it hasn't been to before.
A mellow day it was in my city,
So I went outside to take a walk.
The river by my house was so pretty
I sat myself right down on a small dock.
I had with me a sandwich for my lunch.
Mom let me make it by myself, you see!
I took it out and had begun to munch,
While kicking at the water happily.
Then suddenly, I heard the quack quack quack
Of many ducklings I’d not even seen
Before that time! For speed they did not lack.
The first one had a neck and head dark green.
I tore in pieces all my sandwich bread
And tossed the bits to him and the others.
I think we all should share, though big “Green Head”
Tried to take the pieces from his brothers.
That big one and the others were so cute
My sandwich did not last more than a while.
Then Green Head fled; the others followed suit.
They left me with no lunch but with a smile!
Written May 19, 2016
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