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Tony Gentry

The Best Summer of My Life – a poem

Updated: May 17

For example, Daddy sent me out with a willow switch I didn’t need to nudge the old Herefords back to the barn.

Dawdling along a fence line strung across the pasture ridge everything in sight seemed to sizzle.

Then the clouds unclenched a crack at my ear a tree crashing split in the woods.  I was right not to care.

Lifted my freckled face begging the deluge, just daring the hand of God.

Bring it on, I cried, at the top of my game.

Bare-chested and streaming cackling like a mad man

astride one endless instant both poem and prayer.

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