A frenzy to get packed, a cramped car ride,
Then days of stifling heat—or pouring rain—
Endured in stuffy, short and awkward tents:
Yet we would not forsake for all the world
This yearly chance to hear the silver sounds
Of music rising from unnumbered strings
To mingle in the sky, to meet again
With dear, beloved friends we have not seen
Since last year’s gathering upon those grounds.

To my delight, my family is heading to Evart again this year. And from that delight—and our preparations so far—this poem.

As always, I earnestly welcome your comments, suggestions, questions, critique, or other feedback about this or any other part of my work. (In other words, if you liked this poem, or you didn’t like it, or it made you think of something, or … please leave a comment to let me know.) If you liked this, you can follow this blog, which includes one of my poems every Friday, or read other poems I’ve written here on my blog (starting with those linked from one of the “archive ” installments, since the full archive is by now, at well over a hundred poems, somewhat daunting); I’d especially like to know, as part of my preparations for a collection, which poems you think are my best. You may also share it with others, subject to my sharing policy.

This poem is also archived on my wiki.


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