A plastic duck
acquired in my youth
a symbol of adventure
when life was not as couth
Consumed by wanderlust
kayaking through rivers wet and wild
the duck travelled with me
charmed protection from anything vile
By many campfires
sharing root beers
gazing into the night
the sky was so clear
Years have passed
now having grown old
the duck sits on my desk
reminder of stories told
Living life to the fullest
till time calls me home
smiling at the duck
never to be alone
copyright 2025 Debbie Pierce
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Love this
Thank you. Thanks for reading. Have a wonderful day!
A lovely poem Debbie
Thank you. When I was a child, we would have these yellow ducks to play with in the bathtub. Simpler days. Thanks for reading. Have a wonderful day!
I remember I used to get these for my kids. And now grandkids. 🥰