Water flowing past the rock,
Mist is rising ’round the flock
Of little ducks swimming there,
With winter’s cold in the air.
Here along the river shore,
The cold I feel even more.
Yet here they swim, morn to night,
In such cold, ’tis quite a sight.
While I sit the sun does shine
Warming this cold face of mine.
In such cold ’tis nice to see,
Water that is still ice free!
©2020 Steve McLeod.