My Walk: Spring Poem by Robert Green

Ducklings floating serene
Over water shimmering glean
Throw in some bread
Ducks now fed.

Walk on up to the Grand house
Nothing quiet, save the field mouse
Trickling stream
Down hill on a lean.

Flowing water 
Calming as we wander
Cool breeze 
Through leafless trees.

Fallen trees laying about 
Birds singing, never a shout 
Clouds float by 
Masking the blue sky.

Great Grand Son sits in path well trodden
Clothes dirty, but not sodden
Collecting cones
Not walking alone!

Over wooden bridge
On upto to the ridge
His footsteps so light
Eyes shinning bright.

Back down the hill
We're running! Almost a spill
Trees flash past
He won, I'm last.

Puffing and panting
Just climbed a mountain
Back past the lake
Homeward trek we make.