ProgressA Poem by Barbara WalkerI sit astride a rented horse, with the breeze caressing my face. I toss popcorn to the squirrels, who catch every kernel in cute, tiny hands.
With their eagle eyes, the duck's have spotted the squirrel's gourmet delight. En mass they arrive, breaking the silence with their quacking. With their bounty stuffed cheeks, the squirrel's scurry up the surrounding trees.
Demanding their fair share, the ducks clamor about me. They quickly go after the popcorn, like kid's with ground-strewn pinata goodies.
I nudge my horse and we start up the mountainside. Half-way up our climb, I turn to see a huge, painted billboard sign. 01/03/07 © 2016 Barbara WalkerReviews
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6 Reviews Added on February 9, 2008 Last Updated on January 5, 2016 AuthorBarbara WalkerLake Havasu City, AZAboutI am retired from the Postal Service. I find I write poetry to help myself through difficult times and I have written many poems in response to the chronic pain I've been living with for over 30 year.. more..Writing
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