Monday, January 22, 2018

A Memory

One afternoon, riding home from the prairie,
Russell and I saw some huge ripe sunflower blossoms,
but when we told Russell's older sister Karen, she lost all patience.—
"Go get them and bring them back here!" she told us.

Once, in a rage, Karen broke Russell's bat
by beating it against the ground.—"My bat! My bat!" Russell cried.
Once, in charge of a hike, Karen designated my canteen strap
as a tourniquet for snake bites.

The first time I saw Karen dressed up, I could hardly look at her—
"Haven't you ever seen a girl in a dress before?" she asked pleasantly.
Once with a train coming she ran into the corrugated drainage tunnel under
      the railroad tracks
to prove that the train roar wouldn't break her ear drums.

Life-long memory! I would have grudged you my canteen strap,
but when we returned the sunflowers were gone.