The Mother's Day Gift By: Shaylen Lawson

A mother swan with her head held high,

Watches her seven babies swim right by,

They swim all the way to the end of the creek,

The sight sends a smile right across her beak,

They swim so far that she can not see them anymore,

She looks in the forest ,she looks on the shore,

 She looks so much that she gets tired,

She knows that she has to get inspired.

At the other end of the creek,

The babies swim with little sounds of a shriek,

They're looking for a present for their mom,

"Can we give her a leaf, or a weed, or a palm?",

"No, no" they say, "that is too bad",

This present hunting starts to make them mad,

"When will we find the perfect present",

The answer comes from the beak of a pheasant,

The pheasant comes and drops a flower the colour of the sky,

"It's not time to rest our legs and lie!",

The little babies with legs of steel,

Go swimming back to mama for their dinner meal.

"Where were you?" the mother swan asks her babies with tears in her eyes,

"Look at what we got you mommy don't cry, don't cry!",

And looking up at her through her tear soaked eyes,

was a flower the colour of the bright blue sky.

"We got this for you because it's your day"

"It comes around every year in the month of May!"