I love to walk this time of year, especially in the mornings when it’s cool. One day, I was strolling down a sidewalk that runs parallel to Big Goose Creek in my home town of
This was the first poem I wrote on that computer. It was published in Distant Horizons, an anthology of poems produced by WyoPoets. To learn more about this organization, of which I’m President, visit http://www.wyopoets.org/page4.html. You can also read this poem on my Web site.
DUCKS ON THE SIDEWALK
Little black quacking shapes
congregate on the cement path next to the creek.
Rolling my long white cane in front of me, I approach.
One by one, angered by my intrusion,
they vanish in a flurry of wings.
Abbie Johnson Taylor,, Author of We Shall Overcome