An Open Letter to Jr. Rangers Past
and Present
Another summer has reached senescence
While the memory is fresh as
Fleeting airborne bits of milkweed
I write this that I might dwell
In your presence
Here in this book we wrote
Summer of 2013
I am known by most as poet
Call myself
Reader, dreamer, off and on
A writer, but
Only off and on
Which, is to say
I’m primarily a reader
Grateful for the work you’ve done
I write this for you
In the hope
You’ll continue
Writing
-Lnrd-
