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  • Writer's pictureTerry Pace


Updated: Apr 20, 2020

Home for Christmastime

To the folks and the farm

Sitting in old places

Speaking of days past

Moving to these plains

The winter of 1924

Memories of jackrabbits

Fill his head by the hundreds

Even in my own time

Driving home after baseball

Like ghosts in our headlights

Here and gone into darkness

Leaving us to laugh

With funny legs and big ears

Now dad says to me

I haven’t seen a jackrabbit all year

Later in bed alone

My heart sinking

As I try to comprehend

A world without jackrabbits

Disappearing into summer’s dark

-Terry M. Pace (1995)

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