The Duck
As I reached the crest of the bridge
I saw the most magnificent duck all alone
I watched the duck making slow progress against the rough current.
I think how overwhelming life can appear at times
It takes a little determination to get where we're going.
I was intrigued as the duck at the bank of the river
took time to bob and flip over
seemingly unaware of the cold brisk wind ruffling it's feathers
teaching once again it is not the destination that is important
but the journey we all travel.
Suz 2011
Now Ray Man wants a turn at writing.
the wishbone
one day it was thanksgiving
and lildan always win`s the wishbone
but this year im gonna win for a fact
theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnnndddddddddddddd
by rayman
Have I said lately I love my son. Precious first poem. By the way today is National poem day. So write one yourself or read one. All this triggered by a walk downtown on a brisk day to get a manicure.