My Father’s Track and Field Medal, 1932
– Edward Hirsch
Cup the tarnished metal in your palm.
Look closely and you’ll see a squirrel
scampering up a beech-wood in the forest.
You’ll see a cardinal flaming in the branches.
You’ll see a fleet-footed antelope racing
through the woods ahead of the hunters.
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For more information on Edward Hirsch, please click here: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/edward-hirsch
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Alison McGhee 
funny, i was cleaning out some things at my parent’s house last night and found a college of track & field poems I had assembled for a high school class and this was one of the poems 🙂
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