Feeding the ducks

The pond by the cottage was frozen this morning
And the ducks had nowhere to go
We found them down in the sunshine
Where the oak tree and daffodils grow

Some had found a little water
Where they could swim and float
But most were waddling on the grass
In their winter coats

We had some bread in an old bread bag
And they were grateful that we came
So, scattering it on the grass for them
We watched and smiled again


[This poem captures a moment from a time when my children were young. On the way to school most mornings we’d pay a visit to the duck pond across the way from the school. A few pleasurable moments feeding a few scraps of bread to them has made for a lifetime of wonderful memories; snapshots that can never be taken away. Smiles in my mind].


The sun shone brightly this morning

A fine, fresh new summer day

And Grace and I stopped on the way to school

To watch the ducks at play

Glinting on the water

Like a mirror to the sky

The sunshine bathed the surface

As they swam slowly by



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