Learning The Hard WayA Poem by Chris Shaw(Tears from a five year old)
A mallard coasted into sight,
a newly hatched in close pursuit. "How cute", said Beth, as light grew dim, "They've planned to have an evening swim". We viewed amused, as they both cruised on rippled water happily. The day was done, the last of sun, no sign of pending gravity. A sudden splash, quick as a flash, our tiny duckling dragged below. A lurking pike, to our dislike had dealt an unexpected blow. I can not speak of Beth's dismay that food chains have to end this way.
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15 Reviews Added on October 3, 2018 Last Updated on October 3, 2018 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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