Beaver's Persistent Pond
By a wild, rushing river, so fast and so wide, Lived Bucky the Beaver, with dreams deep inside. He wanted a pond, calm and lily-pad sweet, For his family to swim, with no current to beat. But the water was fierce, logs swept clean away, Friends shook their heads, "Give up today! It's too hard, too strong— you'll never succeed." Bucky slapped tail, "I'll persist with my deed!"
He gnawed through the branches, from dawn until dusk, Dragging them heavy through mud and through muck. The first dam was tiny, just twigs in a line— But whoosh! Went the water, not a puddle divine. "Oh well," said some ducklings, with a quack and a sigh, "Persistence is nice, but this river won't die." Bucky nodded firm, teeth sharp and true, "Try, try again— that's what beavers do!"
Moon rose high silver, but Bucky kept on, Weaving more logs till the break of the dawn. A bigger dam now, with mud packed so tight— It held for a hour, then cracked in the night. Exhausted and soggy, his family fretted fear, "Rest now, dear Bucky— winter draws near." But he shook off the drops, with a determined grin, "Persistence whispers— let's build it again!
A tempest then thundered, with lightning's wild flash, Waves crashed like monsters, turning hope into ash. The dam burst to bits, logs tumbling downstream, Bucky swam after, a persistent dream. "Why keep on fighting?" the otters all cried, "It's nature's own way— let the river decide!" Bucky retrieved each one, with paws tired but bold, "Storms pass, but persistence turns lead into gold."
He sought out old Owl, perched wise in the pine, "How to make it last— give me a sign!" Owl hooted thoughtful, "Anchor deep in the clay, Weave willow roots— they'll hold the sway." Bucky thanked deep, then worked through the chill, Digging foundations with unyielding will. Friends joined a bit, inspired by his fire, "Persistence is catching— lift us up higher!"
Days turned to weeks, the structure took shape, Logs layered thick, no room for escape. A small pool formed, with ripples so still, Ducklings splashed happy— what a thrill! But one more big flood tested the might, Bucky reinforced through the long, watery night. It held! Oh, it held— with a beaver's strong bite, Persistence prevailing, in the morning's first light.
The pond bloomed full, with lilies afloat, Frogs croaked in chorus, fish leaped from the throat. Family gathered 'round, with slaps and with cheers, "You did it, Bucky— you conquered your fears!" He beamed from his lodge, tail thumping the ground, "Persistence is patient, but oh, what it's found! When rivers rage wild and the odds seem too steep, Keep building, keep trying— the dream's yours to keep."
The wood came to visit the watery gem, Otters and ducks, all joining the stem. Bucky shared wisdom, with a gnaw and a slap, "Persistence turns 'never' to 'look what I map! It's not in the speed or the size of your gnaw— It's heart that holds on, through wonder and awe." The river ran gentle, a friend ever after, Proof of the power in beaver's own laughter.
As sun dipped low gold on the pond's glassy face, Bucky nestled in, with persistent grace. More currents to calm, more dreams to pursue— For a beaver who persists, tried and true!