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summer at Sand Creek, 1968

i.

standing almost five feet tall

she must have been eighty five

but there she was, great-grandmother

standing on the trunk of an

ancient pine tree that had blown

across the driveway at Sand Creek

 

ii.

we used a two-man saw

must have been six feet long

with a handle at each end

the handles made of wood

one hand above and the other

below the blade, which cut on

both the push and the pull

 

iii.

in the garage, below the

house, the wall held a

wicked looking scythe,

just like the one which

death carries, with a long,

sharp blade, which we

used to mow the fields

around the cabin, to keep

the woods away, as a

     fire break

 

iv.

my cousin showed up,

riding on a horse, with

a dangerous looking local boy

who had scar across his cheek

white against his tan face

when her horse tried to

lie down and rest, the local

boy jumped off his mount

and started kicking, viciously,

her horse in the ribs

 

v.

once, we walked right in

front of two long snakes,

making there way between

the porch and the car, i jumped

and ran back up to the porch,

and would not leave that day

grandmother said those

snakes had no business

being this far north

     i agreed

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