Quiet, stillness, the river flows justly
The waves colliding on the shore
As the ducks fly down to land rightly
Twenty of them floating down river
In sync and quacking for life and liberty
I don't see them waging war
Only a little quarrel for food
One can learn a lot about ducks
Seeing them fly with purpose
As they take off to begin a knew
Elsewhere, the cold weather
Causing them discomfort
I see their heads bopping up
And down in the waters,
Searching for their meal of
The day, making it count, the
Best fishermen of all
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 2:54 AM UTC
Quiet, stillness, the river flows justly
The waves colliding on the shore
As the ducks fly down to land rightly
Twenty of them floating down river
In sync and quacking for life and liberty
I don't see them waging war
Only a little quarrel for food
One can learn a lot about ducks
Seeing them fly with purpose
As they take off to begin a knew
Elsewhere, the cold weather
Causing them discomfort
I see their heads bopping up
And down in the waters,
Searching for their meal of
The day, making it count, the
Best fishermen of all
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