Category Archives: West Point

Where to Begin, And When to Harvest

In Memoriam: Robert Smith I see you in an old photo Young and gangling in overalls Standing in a field, hands on hips, Considering where to begin The planting and when to harvest. I see you in an oil lamp’s … Continue reading

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West Point, Once Upon a Time

An old brown dog of no particular breed Lay in the shade with his tongue hanging out. In a sprawl of poplar behind the barn A cat’s ears flattened, scolded by swallows. Late July, and the western capes crumbled In … Continue reading

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