Stooped Old Duck
A poem by Anna Atsu
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Green Duck, undeterred, feathers unharmed
In the torrential storm, she remained — charmed
Wet arrows, like raindrops, sent away
Against the tempest of blond duck, she chose to stay
A palette of other colours, her spirit portrayed
In the face of against, she quietly swayed
Quacks of kindness echoed, louder than the shouts
In the garden of words, she planted love sprouts
With each loudness hurled, she grew evergreen
A resilient humming, against the endless ridicule
For every word that sought to dishearten
She responded with stooped green love, a healing garden
In the meadow of lost guru bingo thorns may bloom
Green Duck danced, dispelling the gloom
Verbal storms may rage, lightning may strike
But joy's resilience is a force none can dislike
Through the silence quack, the stupid birdy song spoke
A dialect of peace, where healing words woke
For calm can distinguish the flame of dis-hope
In the heart of Green Duck, steadfastly lope
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