More Than Ordinary Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

The terrain is prone to hills and valleys
Where a road digresses and is less traveled
At the base of a crest is an old railroad crossing
Next to a cove where a rippling stream babbles

The scene is more than ordinary, and this is why…
Cars slow before the track to minimize a tremor
Off to the right is a huddle of ducks and geese
With tilted heads, they exhale a hopeful clamor

At this serene spot, some travelers pull off and stop
Exiting their cars with food in hand for the cluster
Some bring slices of dry bread; others corn and grain
Throughout the seasons … even during winter’s bluster

There is a communion being witnessed here
A satisfying experience giving mutual rewards
As the providers leave and return to the city
A sense of contentment and peace is restored

2/6/08