Saturday, September 12, 2009

Another Poem

UGLY?

Looking at the other young swans,
he knew he was different.
His neck was shorter,
his feathers fluffier.


Even his little voice
made a strange sound,
compared to the shrieks
coming from their beaks.



Always left out, he wasn’t accepted.
What he didn’t know was
that he was a duckling
not ugly just normal, but
different from the others.



When would they learn
to accept and love him for what
he was––a young lost duckling,
separated somehow from his parents,
living with a bunch of graceful swans.

(illustrations-www.clipart.com)

5 comments:

Cheryl /Ashton said...

Great poem. A big smile for my day!

SandyCarlson said...

Having been this duckling, I can feel for this little guy. I love this poem.

kavita said...

Another lovely poem..i like the pics attached.

Kay said...

Wonderful poem and terrific clip art.

Rambling Woods said...

So cute and meaningful....