My favorite past-time is going to the lake,
The one with all of the ducks,
Somewhere deep in a country,
Not many people knew,
“Throw the bread to their mouths,
They’ll catch it” she would say,
Jumping and throwing, seeing who could throw it the farthest
They would catch them,
Right in between their beaks, then like magic,
They’d disappear,
My favorite past time,
It’s where the wild flowers grew and grew,
They were taller than me sometimes,
I never ever knew how they grew so tall,
Until I myself did too,
My favorite past time,
It was a long time ago,
Back in the time when to know a lot made you grow,
Back in the time when,
There was no drugs, no drama, and only,
Me, us, and the ducks