1958

 

Exploring with a gun alone, oak trees
spoke to me—Red Tails swooped
to the wounded and buzzards trailed

at a safe distance when I was ten—
half-wild, I thought, circumambulating
the endless draws and canyons that called

for company and conversation—shooting
squirrels and hunting rattlesnakes in rock piles.
They would have jailed my folks today.

The first butterfly I saw batted by a bobcat
played better than Walt Disney, better than
the Space Race, Cold War or Sputnik.

 

10 responses to “1958

  1. Happy New Year John! 🙂

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  2. What better childhood could a kid have had?
    Happy New Year!

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  3. I totally understand. A lot of kids these days will never learn of these things.

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  4. Amen! Do you remember how crows knew when you had a gun and stayed just out of range, mocking you? I think they were the first to lol.

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  5. What a great way to grow up!

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