Barbara Taskovics submitted the following poem with the photo.
As I sat on a log by the marshland
Birds sang their songs of spring
They floated and drifted in wind currents
Landing on grasses and trees
The blue heron far in the distance
Atop a rotted old oak
Surveying Hop Brook for his dinner
A frog to tickle his throat
Drake mallard hid in the pond reeds
Afraid of the sounds he heard
While a fearless goose swam in the current
Calling his mate to come home
Hop Brook calls to the spirit
Stop and rest for a while
Refresh yourself by the water
And let your day float by
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