They floated along the water, filling the lake with glee
Some were white some were grey but were ever so
gay. Now and again they would dive for fish, hoping it
was the dish of the day. When winter came, they would
fly south to warmer climes, taking their cares away
When winter was over, they were soon on their way,
flying merrily across the sky. But one day they would
be back to the lake they loved so much and into people’s
hearts, whom to them they gave plentyof joy.
Poems By ken makepeace 