On My Way To The Mailbox Poem by Kyle Schlicher

It is a short distance
By any stretch of the imagination.
Yet,
My unyielding audience exists.
Birds announce my presence
As I walk
With envelope in hand.
A squirrel chatters
Busy in its routine.
Across the road
Goats graze in the field
unconcerned with my movement.
I insert the outgoing
Mail
safely into the box
And raise the flag.
Not quite the same
As Iwo Jima,
Yet,
I stand proud.
I turn and retrace my steps.
The squirrel is still busy
With whatever it is doing.
The birds are intently
Working the soil for worms.
I stop to bow.
I bow to them one and all.
Thank you...Thank you.
To my audience I say
Thank you!
THANK YOU ONE AND ALL!

(6-18-2005)