Again, I love the water when it is frozen. The creek also partially froze last winter when the lake froze. The thing is, the swans and the ducks were forced to retreat to the creek for sanctuary because it alone was unfrozen. The running water kept the ice thin or non existent. It was amusing to watch the swans attempting to walk on the ice. They kept slipping and cracking it. It was here that I wrote my poem about the swans struggling with the ice:
“Cracking, breaking,
The ice gives way beneath me,
I glide away through frigid water”
The ice gives way beneath me,
I glide away through frigid water”
Until next time!
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