Duck Pond Poem by Stephanie Dower

Duck Pond

Rating: 4.8


I just got relaxed when she tugged at my sleeve.
'Mamma, mamma, when can we leave? '
With hopeful eyes that seemed to shout,
'Mamma, mamma, when can we go out? '
So we got in the car and started to drive.
To the pond in the woods where the ducks thrive.
My little girl, she loves those birds,
I can tell by her face she is lost for words.
Her sweet little face all scrunched with joy.
Why can't she be happy with a teddy or a toy?
The ducks came round and started to quack.
It was then I realised why we had to go back.
My girl hadn't realised and giggled like mad.
I bit my lip, if I told her now she'd be really sad.
In a panic I thought of an excuse in my head.
How was I to tell her I'd forgotten the bread? !

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jim Hogg 19 April 2009

You paint a picture of a simpler and happier world in this - that of childhood... it's wonderful while it lasts.. and er don't forget that bread next time.... jim

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Pensive Phoenix 16 March 2009

Nice poem with a good ending.

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Stephanie Saba 17 October 2008

I love this poem! It's adorable! ! ! ! 10+

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Ency Bearis 14 October 2008

a monologue, nicely narrated...great write...A10 Ency Bearis

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Philip Kirkland 14 October 2008

Awwww! That's cute! ...

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