The flowers in the tree <br />are blooming so eyes can see. <br />The ripples on the water <br />get smaller and smaller <br />As the duck flutters <br />passed the daughter. <br />As the frog croaks, <br />the daughter strokes <br />In a little row boat <br />as the daughter wrote. <br /> <br />8/18/05<br /><br />Krista Addison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daughter-wrote/
