Shoelaces for Josie

…racing Ranger across the fields in the shadows of dawn.
…riding up and down our gravel driveway on The Clunker.
…kicking a ball over the barn. (we didn’t get out much?)
…collasping in front of the fan after another humid day.
…watching the fireworks dot the horizon on the fourth.
…raking hay. baling hay. throwing hay. stacking hay.
…mowing with the brake-less, reverse-less Snapper.
…picking peas. and green beans. and strawberries.
…cutting thistles over miles and miles of pasture.
…blistering hot days, muggy opressing nights.
…the whistle of mom’s pressure canner.
…the crunchy sun-burnt grass.
…hamburgers on the grill.
…poison ivy. twice.
…catching fireflies.
…hayfield picnics.

…the summers of my youth.

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