Learning - William Stafford
Lawrence Robinson
lrobpoet at sonic.net
Sat Jun 14 05:30:56 PDT 2025
Learning
A piccolo played, then a drum.
Feet began to come - a part of the music. Here
comes a horse,
clippety clop, away.
My mother said, "Don't run -
the army is after someone
other than us. If you stay
you'll learn our enemy."
Then he came, the speaker. He stood
in the square. He told us who
to hate. I watched my mother's face,
its quiet. "That's him," she said.
- William Stafford
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