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Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Father’s hands

Father’s hands

I walk along the shores of time
Sponge down that scow from wrinkled brow
Till not a battle grow
Blooded scars stain and pine


Callous filled time has brought
 Askew the path of time
Lost forever youthful step
Banish play things all for not

Fog and mist imagined sight
Time has traced a weathered place
Furrowed valley thirst of tenderness
I walk along the shores of time



 thank you and god bless



12 comments:

Unknown said...

Roy, wonderful words about your father.

http://scattermusings.blogspot.com/2011/06/climbing-family-tree.html

Mohini Puranik said...

That is so true and expressed beautifully! :)

Corinne Rodrigues said...

Heartfelt, Roy and the visuals are perfect too.

Ravenmyth said...

I too like the visuals that give so much meaning to the words...

You have taken us on Dad's life journey through his hands...beautiful way of expression...

Anonymous said...

Lovely piece, Roy! Your words are heartfelt.

charlie nitric said...

Hey Cowboy -

Your poem reminds me of how strong I saw my dad's own hands as a little boy. I remember how I thought he was so strong and big when I was a kid. Is this a follow-up to your previous post about your father? Thank you. :)

Tim Greaton said...

God bless indeed. Beautiful :-)

Jim said...

You got a Dad you can be proud of Roy. Nicely expressed.
http://holesinmysoles.blogspot.com/2011/06/travel-photo-thursday-june-16th.html

Kriti said...

Fantastic post Roy - I had a lump in my throat reading this..

fantasy in practicality said...

still i find my daddy's hand the strongest and safest in all my momentum. pictures are so well coordinated, just loved to read it:))

Anna L. Walls said...

Sweet - and I love the top picture.

Mary Hudak-Collins livingthescripture.com said...

Beautiful poem Roy, and photos too! True expression of love for a father.

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