Pond Life Poem by Patrick Ladbrooke
Pond Life
Who would be bound
By such small world,
Of mystery,
And lily curled?
With whirligig and skater’s skim
And quacking ducks, bustling in,
Noisy in their churn about,
Then on their way, winging out.
But an ancient carp still pounds the beat,
'Neath winter ice and summer heat,
Just sucking mud and cursing luck,
And wishing he could be a duck.
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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4/22/2024 11:43:17 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Love this well written little poem. Nice twist of humor in the ending. Well done!