Clinton Community College - Praecursor Yearbook (Plattsburgh, NY)

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THE MEDAL lama child and I lie in a crib I play with my toes and sometimes with my green turtle. There is a medal hanging from my father’s neck and I reach for it. I am a child and I p ay with a medal. I am a child and I stand in the garden. I am taller than the weeds and I stretch for the dragonfly. The garden slopes away to a fence and the noise of a factory. It is a world I hear but that I know nothing about. I am a child and I play with dragonflies. I am a child and I have gone out into the world. I search for the door back to the garden but I can find none. It is a long time before I realize that I must go on. I am a child and I search for a door. I am a child and I am a man. I bend over the crib and the hand gropes for my medal. There are inscriptions on it and the fingers close over the story. I am a father and I care for the child. by Thomas Krampf American Poets Co-Operative Publications, Copyright 1976 Printed by Morning Star Press, Pollar Hill Road, West Whately via RFD Haydenville MA 01039. 12

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