The wave poem reminded me of a poem Christine and I wrote a few years ago when we were rowing on a reservoir near her home in California (California inspires poetry in me, I guess).
Upon the waves the waterfowl rest.
From crest to crest they do their best
to stay afloat beside the boat
and chant the chants their grandfathers wrote:
"Quack-quack quack-quack,
quack-quack quack-quack."
Quack quack-quack,
quack-quack quack-quack."
"Give us some food," the little ducks say.
"Give us some bread that we may play
and while away the hours that pass
darting among the willowy grass."
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