The Sunscreen Speech (22)

//The Sunscreen Speech (22)

The Sunscreen Speech (22)

The last day of spring,
Setting posts beneath
A molten solstice sun,

And stripped to the waist,
By noon I’m scorched
Pink as the dawn,

Thinking of those recently
Concluded commencement
Speeches everywhere,

The ones preaching sunscreen
And worrying about
Not worrying about

What comes next—
And I can’t help but wonder,
Why we rarely hear about

What came before, what continues:
Plunged through radiance
Into a world of sunburnt professors,

Delivered on a sunbeam,
Each morning, noon, evening,
Commencement.

By | 2019-07-17T08:53:22-04:00 June 24th, 2019|Farm|4 Comments

About the Author:

Forrest Pritchard is a full-time sustainable farmer and New York Times bestselling author, holding a BA in English and a BS in Geology from William & Mary. Smith Meadows, his farm, was one of the first “grass finished” operations in the country, and has sold at leading farmers’ markets in the Washington DC area for two decades. Pritchard's books have received starred reviews from The Washington Post, Publishers Weekly, Library Journal, NPR, and more.

4 Comments

  1. Margaret June 25, 2019 at 1:25 pm - Reply

    Forrest,

    So glorious the way you weave together the season, a farm task, and pondering the questions about meaning in the world. Every poem makes me think and brightens my day. Thank you.

    • Forrest Pritchard June 26, 2019 at 9:06 am

      Oh, thank you! Past performance is no guarantee of future results, but I’ll try to stay steady 🙂

  2. Eliot Brenner June 25, 2019 at 2:33 pm - Reply

    Nice, but don’t try to be a full employment project for the nearest dermatologist.

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