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Tara’s poem:
We smile into each other's face
Caressing gently the ducks
Serenity surrounds us
A slight ocean breeze
On the wind
Calling us
Where lies fate
Axl's poem:
Quacking together under Malibu skies
Blissful serenity as time flies
I spread my wings to guard your heart
No coyote will keep us apart
Duck Love
true and pure
of that we can always be sure
And as you quack sweet
nothings in my ear
In my duck heart I feel no fear
John Wailgum's poem:
I stood on the bank
of a small stream
close to where I live.
I play my cedar flute
of the Seneca Nation.
Two full grown ducks waddle
in the water creating ripples
effortlessly
it seems.
for I can't see how hard
their webbed feet are
paddling.
they come over to
where I play and listen
without a quack.
I came back the next summer
and did not see them
I played for the Great Blue Herron
a clan of the Iriquois.
He stands staring, listening
only to be chased away
by the excited frenzy of
kayakers too busy to
see the large winged
soul less than twenty-feet
away.
the next year I played again
for my friends the ducks,
and a trail of ducklings
behind them.
How many generations
of ducklings will I play for?
I have enough love to go on forever.
and when I am too old to play my Iriquois
flutes and the ducks are generations
long gone, the music will still be inside me
singing to generations not yet born.
WT Smith’s poem:
Duck Pond
Pond water ripples--whispers with life.
Small splashes appear under beach blue.
Moments like these belie the true strife
of God's creatures in pain, like me--like you.
Beaks strain to talk upon the breeze,
Heads shake drops into the air,
I wonder of this life so full of ease
knowing it can never come to bear.
And as they fly to heaven's gate
My dreams stay here upon the earth
To find a way--it's never late--
to fill my soul with gracious mirth.
For lessons learned through loss and pain,
Are the only ones that gives us gain!
HSS’s poem:
Ducks rest on the lake
hoping they
can fly
away
But today they stay
waiting for
another
day.
JDM’s poem:
flying falling
gliding
my reflection below me
The water sees who I am
but keeps it a mystery to me
wants me look deeper
below the surface
not just to bob my head under for a snack
but
penetrate
the layers of my unconscious
and reveal my true self
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