Mother Goose.

Mother Goose, Mother Goose
Where have you been?
To find a small pond surrounded by green
With little brown frogs
And dragonflies blue
And plenty of ducks, causing hullabaloo
Lots of green grass with mud round the edge
With black and white cows
Looking over the hedge
A Willow that weeps
Through the summertime haze
A place to call home for the rest of your days.

Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2008-03-02 at 09:23

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
I was once chased by a flock of geese as a child - enormous things they were lol - but this is such a spring like poem, and already I have ducks trying to settle in my garden

Elle x

lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
Your ever lasting skills are so wide and varied a charming piece and Edward lear would bee justly proud rgds mike