Walking Down a Sidewalk

Walking down a sidewalk,
Along a quiet city street,
On a warm summer’s day,
There is much to see.

Some houses are big,
Some are small.
Some yards are neat,
Others are not.

As I stroll by one house,
A woman waters flowers.
Another woman passes by,
Dressed in black from head to toe.

I look ahead and see a tunnel,
Through neatly trimmed trees and bushes.
A bird sings a song,
And colorful flowers catch my eye.

Two teenage girls approach,
They barely notice me as they talk.
I hear a few crude words as they pass,
Then they are gone, and I continue walking on.

by Cody McCullough


Photo by Elizabeth McCullough