Playing Golf in Kearney on the Last Tuesday of the Last College Series at Rosenblatt

By Todd Herges

To stand on a crest
In the two o’clock shade
‘Neath the bough of an ever green cedar
On a mid-summer day
When the sky is so blue so full
Of nothing but promise
Of a gentle late-summertime breeze
And later a gentle night shower …

To look southward
And forward
And toward a great rift
Of a great river valley below
And see the rise of soft shoulders beyond …

Is to stand without feeling
Your feet or your height
Or your avoirdupois at all
And to think that right now
As the spring turns to fall
It’s good to be here in Nebraska.

Posted 7/4/10


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