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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Home Group (11/29/07)

TITLE: Mother Duck
By Arnost Vevoda
12/05/07


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There was once a duck that wanted to swim
And schooled the unfriendly waves
That soon turned into tidal waves.
Cramming couldn't finish that final grade
Confronted with bad luck;
Figured the janitor was bent on intent.

So said in her illness , 'shucks'
".There's more to life than a cool twelve."

Soon she met this 'bo'
Who was willing to blend without dough.
And sheltered her from deep lows
Soon to fall in love with this rush- in
Stirred in her heart - with much discusion
"Lets make one fleet to be complete"!

So the two became one
Plus the one became four.
But saddened by sickness and strife
The bewildered wife lost one in disarray.

Forlorn and torn, each one went astray
Plucked up and tossed about
The ducklings forced to find there way.

Although we were termed ill
There was sollice in a future pill
And when onlookers seen her take flight
The once scattered ducklings
Tucked in with delight - amidst sheltered wings.
Perhaps one day to harbour a frayed stray.
Now under no authority besides husband and Lord.
Without work what more does a check - mate do on the board?

One day Mother Duck will take flight in formation,
In togetherness, to reach that final destination.

To whisper together-in love;
Even in the fall - it was worth it all.
Gathered under the blissfull breeze;
Of a snow - white dove.

"

Let's leave this one on the shelve


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Jan Ackerson 12/07/07
This is very urban-feeling; I suspect that it's a rap...am I right? It fits well with that genre. So, as an old fuddy, I'll admit that much of this flew over my head, although it certainly had the rhythm and feel of rap.

I'm just not sure what it had to do with "home groups." Be careful of spelling: "their" instead of "there", and "shelf" instead of "shelve."

You sustained your metaphor throughout--good job with that!
Joanne Sher 12/08/07
I also had a bit of trouble following this - but you had some very neat images here. Keep writing!