Observation Trek

 I was looking over poems I wrote some years ago. Some things never change, or only slightly change, like going for a walk in the early morning.

Observation Trek by Barbara Brooker

Gray striped kitten washing its feet,

Soda can flattened in the street,

Elbows bent at ninety degrees,

Cooling shade of old oak trees,

Toys stand waiting in the park,

Interrupted breakfast of a meadowlark,

Newly mowed look of a weedy lawn.

Things I noticed close to dawn.

I wrote this while we lived in Cumberland Iowa. Probably 1994 or thereabouts.