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Prepare for Harvest
Brent was 7 when he learned to write. But then, he couldn’t stop writing. He loved writing all types of things.
But, he loved poetry more than anything else.
His mother Rhonda did all she could for him, but he desired more. As the only child of a single mother, things weren’t always easy for the two of them.
Lucky for Brent, by the time he turned 10, things were about to change, he just didn’t know it yet.
He wrote more than 900 poems in those 3 three years. Rhonda had gotten him binoculars. He wasn’t always able to go, but he always wanted to be part of the poetry night each Tuesday at the library.
When he couldn’t go because his mother was working, he would watch from his bedroom and practice reading his poems to the audience.
One week his mother was working but their neighbor, Ray, offered to go with Brent.
They got there and Brent showed his neighbor the usual spot, the back corner with a clear view of the stage.
Ray didn’t realize it until now but Brent had three notebooks with him. He asked, “Well, what are those for son?”
