Daughter Wrote
The flowers in the tree
are blooming so eyes can see.
The ripples on the water
get smaller and smaller
As the duck flutters
passed the daughter.
As the frog croaks,
the daughter strokes
In a little row boat
as the daughter wrote.
8/18/05
poem by Krista Addison
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