Muddy Ducks

Ruby Hawk on Oct 15, 2007

Walking to the lake through the spring rains, and all the lush greenery with a grandson is a happy experience.

Spring rains are falling
Tree roots loosen and lean
Some drop with a swoosh
And hollow out the ground
Water fills the ditches

We follow the stream
Through the soggy woods
With lush feathery fern
Ivy dangles from the poplar
Poison oak explodes

We hike to the roiling lake
Water covers the beach
The lake has taken the pines
We skip pebbles and
Make deep muddy tracks

James says with a grin:
“Grandmother,
We are two muddy ducks”

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IcyCucky on Oct 15, 2007
I love the last verse:

James says with a grin:
“Grandmother,
We are two muddy ducks”
Tulen Maybre on Oct 15, 2007
A wonderful joyful song of praise. You must be a joy to your people.
Hannah on Oct 15, 2007
A happy time with a precious grandson,what could be better?
Sally on Oct 16, 2007
This is a natural. I love your poetry.
Lucy Lockett on Oct 20, 2007
This is a wonderful poem, I get the feeling of it straight away.
Judy Sheldon on Nov 5, 2007
The poem is warm with love and humor.
Amos on Nov 13, 2007
You are such a joy to read Ruby, This poem says so much about you and your grandson.
Marilyn on Jan 1, 2008
I just love that poem. That child is precious.
Ruby Hawk on Jan 1, 2008
I’m so sorry folks that I haven’t been by to thank you for your interest in my poetry. I do appreciate it more than I can say.
J M Lennox on Feb 18, 2012
A delightful poem Ruby.
blauwefluo on Feb 18, 2012
Wow, nice poem, I was just checking some of your articles and I really like this poem.

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