(The Story about) Ping


For Ping:

In my small pond, I sit
and wait.
I wait for food
body, mind and soul.
I wait for knowledge,
the learning curve steep.
I wait for my voice —
no awkward strangled quack,
no parakeet’s robotic tone,
but a voice newborn

and all my own.

Today Miz Quickly challenged us to select six words from three different word lists, one from one list, two from another and three from the third and then create a poem built around the chosen words and referencing a place. My words were: ping, wait, knowledge, steep, parakeet and newborn.


Author: Marjorie Flack

Illustrator: Kurt Wiese

Copyright: 1933



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