Oct 26, 2019
4 min read
Before Daddy Cut it Down
the tire swing
It’s been four decades, yet the sounds of summer, the wind in my face, the weightless rising from earth with my face squinting toward the sun — I can see them like it was yesterday. The oak tree was massive. It was magical.
The sun bore down through the gnarl of branches with each rise of me, blinding me in the upswing. I closed my eyes against the brightness and sang…
