042011p Mother Duck Poem by Manonton Dalan
042011p Mother Duck
4pm they're still on first tee
warming up to be next to go
could be playing nine holes
i stop by to practice putting
same as bunker; chip shots
perfect day you can't pass
greens is full; two in bunkers
so i walk towards the lake
watch swimming ducklings
floating like cotton, writing
on lake with their tiny feet
mother never left an eye
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: swimming
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