A duckling's dream

A duckling's dream

Through the reeds, a duckling, stared  in awe,
At this great, grand, gray bridge, he saw

Said he ,to his brothers , in delight
We could race under, won't it be a sight

It has arches for each and every one
We could swim under, won't it be fun

Enough wandering, came mamma duck's quack
Into the nest , be quick , do not slack

And remember when we swim tomorrow, a while
You will all follow me in a single file

So little duckling's plan, remained a dream,
There would be no races under the bridge, it seemed

But as they followed in a single file, mamma dear
How the children on the bridge, did applaud, cheer.


--shubha

P.S In response to picture prompt of a bridge on a online poetry group