A Parents Poem for Their Biker Son…….

  • Every parent can tell a score of tales about the difficulties of raising
    children, and then of the difficulties in letting go of them. Here the
    Texas poet, Walt McDonald, shares just such a story:
  • Some Boys are Born to Wander
    From Michigan our son writes, How many elk?
    How many big horn sheep? It’s spring,
    and soon they’ll be gone above timberline,
    climbing to tundra by summer. Some boys
    are born to wander, my wife says, but rocky slopes
    with spruce and Douglas fir are home.
    He tried the navy, the marines, but even the army
    wouldn’t take him, not with a foot like that.
    Maybe it’s in the genes. I think of wild-eyed years
    till I was twenty, and cringe. I loved motorcycles,
    too dumb to say no to our son–too many switchbacks
    in mountains, too many icy spots in spring.
    Doctors stitched back his scalp, hoisted him in traction
    like a twisted frame. I sold the motorbike to a junkyard,
    but half his foot was gone. Last month, he cashed
    his paycheck at the Harley house, roared off
    with nothing but a backpack, waving his headband,
    leaning into a downhill curve and gone.
  • First published in “New Letters,” Vol. 69, 2002, and reprinted from “A Thousand
    Miles of Stars,” 2004, by permission of the author and Texas Tech University
    Press. Copyright © 2002 by Walt McDonald.
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