So many ducks on Christmas Day
I can't count them,
Drakes, momma hen, chicks, they're all gems.
A brilliant blue sky up above,
It brings to mind eternal love.
It feels like spring-time of the year,
Everything's blooming, not austere.
Such a minor thing to behold,
But it is as precious as glittering gold.
I will remember this Christmas Day evermore,
And each time I do I'll say my cheers!
It was warm here, too. And I can envision what you were seeing. I didn't know that ducks raised families in their winter quarters, too. I like it when I learn something new every day. I know that all of our days can't be good days, but it sounds like Christmas on the Bayou this year was spectacular in every natural aspect.
As well you should with a bucolic scene like that. Beats hell out of tinsel this and tinsel that. I too take in the natural gifts on Christmas... the only ones that really last for willing souls.
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Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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Jane
Ron