There they waddle through the snow
Squawking away as the go
Side to side they waddle away
On a bright sunny day
Some dive up from the sea below
Propelling themselves in an easy flow
Bellies full of fish from the swim
Now they’re off to mate again
These funny little birds look like waiters
That survive cold extremes, it must be ‘taters
They dive on their bellies, natural tobogganers
Their distance from whales or they’re goners
The march of the penguins through the winter sun
Is something to behold, it can’t be fun
But they move with a beautiful grace about them
Nothing seems to matter, in single file again
They reach their twenty-mile hike in extremes
These emperors of the land and sea
Huddled up into little groups, chattering away
Little chicks they’ll have soon this day
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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