River Dance
Walking along the river
there was quite a sight to see.
All the water fowl were doing something grand -
I call it river dance
and it looked real swell.
First some ducks swooped down
and did a turn or two in a circle,
then they flapped their wings
and did a few jumps.
Water splashed like a fountain,
spurting colorful droplets,
into the air.
Down the path,
came the waddle wake,
ducks on parade,
in the summer sun.
Down came some geese,
gaggling and calling.
They swam to and for,
sort of like a tango.
The most graceful of all,
that came to call,
was a lovely swan with cygnets.
They all did a delightful waltz,
upon the ripples of the river.
Some seagulls joined in the fun,
under that warm sun,
bobbing along with the flowing river.
It was the most wondrous,
river dance -
I had ever seen before.
Comments
I loved the scenery you penned on paper. Love to watch the water critters perform in their special way...
I liked this poem because it was about one of my favorite places the river. My river has few ducks, but it is still as beautiful. I found a spot that must of had 300 0r so birds in one tree, I wish we had a camera. Thanks for a lovely poem.
Beautiful expressions! Your picture of river with a pair of ducks looks lovely.
Thank you!
Who doesn't love nature? I was walking along that river with you and I loved the journey.
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Walking along the river here is what inspired me Ruby.
You welcome ladyguitarpicker. Glad you enjoyed this.
Those ducks were swimming in the Daugava while I was being inspired to write this Chitrangada.
It is wonderful Bill especially in the spring and summer. In the winter if the water freezes those duck still want to get in the water and waddle on the ice. Now that is something to see.
Love the images your poem invokes. Did you notice that you had ducks with baby goslings (baby geese) rather than ducklings? Never mind, it's still a lovely poem.
Highly enjoyable walk with you along the river savouring the beauty of River Dance.
What a charming Hub and an appropriate name two. I think I had two sweet ducks in one of mines recently. Nice poem.
Loved it and so worth coming back for. Looking forward to many more xx
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Thank you Blossom. Yes, I keep mixing up those babies. Glad you told me. It was baby swans I wanted and just discovered they're called cygnets.
Glad you enjoyed this Michael.
Thank you Manatita.
Thank you Eiddwen. Nice to hear from you sis.
I love watching birds soar and play. It was mesmerizing how you detailed their river dance. I could see it clearly. The details made me feel the wind in their wings and the tickle on their feet when they played and flapped them in the water. This was lovely, Gypsy. :)
There's a little lake outside the building where I work. It's full of swans (both white and black), ducks, geese, and various other water birds. It's very relaxing to stand or sit by the lake and watch these beautiful birds gliding in the water.
I could see the ducks and geese dancing as I read your poem. You really know how to make the words come to life!
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Thank you Missy Smith. It is also a delight in the wintertime because the ducks by the River Daugava and in the parks here in Riga, Latvia don't leave and you should see them waddling on the ice.
Sounds like a delightful place Shauna. I have sat and watched these birds play in the water and before I know it hours have passed.
Thank you Dianna.
Hi Gypsy:
Always a pleasure to read your thoughts and words you pout together from what you see and feel... you are truly gifted...
Hugs from Canada
Thank you Rolly. Hugs right back to you from Riga.
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