Poem: The Duck that Dreamed He was a Flamingo
We walked past some sleeping ducks last night on the way home and my daughters thought it was quite funny that they slept on one leg. And my youngest said they are like flamingos and the idea for this poem popped in my head.
It is really about how often we compare ourselves to others, or want to be something or someone else.
We are just fine as we are. This always seems to take a lifetime to learn.
The Duck That Dreamed He Was a Flamingo
His head tucked in
The dreams begin
Standing on one webbed foot
The duck, balanced, stays put
Tired of being boring green
Tired of his gorgeous gleam
He wishes by jingo
I want to be a flamingo
He dreams of being big
Of dancing the jig
With long long legs
Instead of his little pegs
And being gloriously pink
A nice long neck to drink
All the animals look up to see
This beautiful sight to be
If only he knew
But he had no clue
That meanwhile
Over on the isle…
The flamingo is dreaming
Wondering, scheming
That with any luck
It will wake up as a duck
Tired of being so tall
Itching to be small
And delightfully sing
Oh to be the quacking king
And be that emerald green
That is a sight to be seen
He really does think
‘I’m tired of being pink’.
And my legs get so tired
Short ones are required
Small and compact
How about that?
I love the simplicity of your rhymes really and the poem is so lovely even in it's natural style, love the fact that it told a story too very descriptive in nature as well, it's amazing piece Hope well-done ma'm