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High Summer in the Country
by
Donal Mahoney


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Far from the city
way out in the country 

a hot afternoon in high summer
 

as we drive down a bumpy road 

bouncing one mail box past

another saluting
 

each farmer by name.  

We marvel at the giant corn 

until we come to a mail box
 

bent over an old table

piled high with tomatoes, 

green beans and melons.
 

A tin can slumps in front 

of this harvest with a note  

gripped by a clothes pin 
 

saying, “Take what you will 

and leave what you will. 

God blessed us this year.”

 

© by Donal Mahoney.
Used with the author's permission.

 


Donal Mahoney (1938 - 2017), the son of Irish immigrants, grew up in Chicago, Illinois. He later lived in St. Louis, Missouri. Donal spent the early ‘70s actively submitting poems to print journals and enjoyed some success. He then took a 35-year hiatus from poetry to work as an editor of prose at such lofty establishments as the Chicago Sun-Times, Loyola University Press, and Washington University in St. Louis. Upon retirement, Donal took to his recliner, and was perfectly happy reading and listening to Gregorian chant all day. After three years, however, his wife bought Donal a computer and showed him where the boxes of still-unpublished poems had been stored in the basement for many years. Thus Donal began actively submitting again in June 2008. See more of his work at http://booksonblog12.blogspot.com/.

 

 

 


Post New Comment:
Lori Levy:
Great poem!
Posted 08/08/2016 10:00 PM
Michael:
This poem puts me there, Donal. Thank you--quite vivid.
Posted 08/08/2016 10:42 AM
blueskies:
A shining tribute to all that is good-ness in folks! Thanks, Donal.
Posted 08/08/2016 08:46 AM
michaelanderson:
I think I know this place! Thanks for pointing us in this direction this morning.
Posted 08/08/2016 08:40 AM
vscholtz:
What an image - a refreshing trip for my Monday morning mind.
Posted 08/08/2016 08:28 AM
cork:
I love the generosity! Slainte!
Posted 08/08/2016 08:19 AM
jeeger:
Yep, that's how my grandma and grandpa used to do it. No one ever took the can. And they always made some money. Thanks for this lovely little poem!
Posted 08/08/2016 08:09 AM


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