Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Dreams of a Duck
White was her color,
Pearl was her name,
Her daddy gave it to her
But, to her, it was all the same.
She had a little family,
Their colors varied true...
She felt her life was yet to start,
And she would meet it too!
She often walked along the deck
Out over the black waters
To look out toward the setting sun,
And let the wind ruffle feathers.
She dreamed of things to someday be,
Of a life lived in another day...
Then the time did come when fall turned winter
And they took flight with freedom and away.
She flew at the point with her neck held high
Her feathers blowing in the wind
And now her dreams were coming fast
Her life now began to begin.