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| Image courtesy of Monday's Child |
One Morning, I Dipped My Toes in the Creek
One morning, I dipped my toes in the creek.
To my surprise, I had companionship:
A turtle, some fish and three ducks. Unique.
Why do I say that? The white duck did speak!
She said to me, “Hey!” and waved a wing tip
the morning I dipped my toes in the creek.
At first I was dumbstruck – and then I did shriek.
The turtle said, “Dude, kindly get a grip.”
Hey turtle! With fish and three ducks? Unique!
“You don’t meet talking turtles every week,”
I replied. “We do!” the wee ducks did quip
the morning I dipped my toes in the creek.
A fish said, “It’s cool.” (He spoke with a squeak)
“The turtle is Bob and I am called Kip.”
A turtle? Some fish? And three ducks?! Unique!
“Hi, Bob. Hi, Kip,” I then told them, “I’m Deke,
and meeting you all is really a pip!
Who’da thought…when I chanced by this ol’ creek.
I spent the day being part of their clique,
flipping and dipping and skipping. A trip!
One morning, I dipped my toes in the creek.
A turtle, fish, some ducks and me. Unique.
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Notes: I was delighted to discover that Monday's Child is back with the prompts today. I always love the gentle illustrations posted there which bring back an earlier and more innocent era.
Today's poem is in the form of a Villanelle. (I figured it was time to try it again.) It is also my way of saying that I love rhyming anthropomorphics, even if it's something 'they say' you're not supposed to do. (Who is this 'they' anyway?)
Happy August!
What a fun read it reads like a song....into a creek so unique....very nicely done..bkm
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