Progress - Poem by Barbara Haskell
I sit astride a rented horse, with the breeze caressing my face.
I toss popcorn to the squirrels,
who catch every kernal in cute, tiny hands.
The lake is black as midnight and 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 bounty stuffed cheeks, the squirrels scurry up
the surrounding trees.
The ducks clamor about me, demanding their fair share.
They quickly go after the popcorn,
like kids with ground-strewn pinata goodies.
I nudge my horse and we start up the mountain side.
Half-way up our climb, I turn to see
a huge concrete painted sign.
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