no trouble, but a paddling
a duck paddling across a pond
his feet barely under water,kicking up and splashing
he is determined to make it to the other side,for this is where he lives
up over the hill,cars rush by on a not too distant road and think of him,the duck
"come on,make it across",the cars scream,and hope that its not their tires that squish him.
This poem was written by chris bowen on Jun 22, 2008.
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