It is a pleasure to be in the ponds with the ducks. They are always noisy and entertaining, especially if the person is interested in photographing them.

Amusing poem about a flooded basement.

Too intense desire, excessive greed, let people in cities live more fortune bitter. Let people admire leisurely seem increasingly far…

This piece is based on tales written by my dear friend Ken Bultman, from his "Why Alligators Hate Ducks" series. Consisting of ten quatrains in iambic pentameter – or at least my attempt at it. *winks*

London 1900’s.

Everthing slows with age.

Nature poetry describing scenes and life in the bayou of Louisiana.

Kiss,ducks,missing button,despair,eat the ducks.

Reflections come in a place of serenity and beauty. I relax in this spot!

Quack.