Where Have the Ducks Gone? (Free Verse)
I think of the ducks leaving the lake
In the cold wintry month of December
I cling onto my red hunting hat
And wonder where the ducks have gone...
I hold an old baseball glove in my hand
And keep it close to my heart
Engraved in it are poems that touch my old heart
Dear God, where have the ducks gone?
Whenever I am by myself; cold, depressed and alone
I speak those regretful words in my mind,
"Okay, go get your bike and come alone!"
I wish I knew where the ducks have gone
Now as I walk out of the store with my red hunting hat,
I can't help but feel a pain in my heart
For the light no longer warming my soul
Will I ever know where the ducks have gone?