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
12 comments:
Roy, wonderful words about your father.
http://scattermusings.blogspot.com/2011/06/climbing-family-tree.html
That is so true and expressed beautifully! :)
Heartfelt, Roy and the visuals are perfect too.
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...
Lovely piece, Roy! Your words are heartfelt.
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. :)
God bless indeed. Beautiful :-)
You got a Dad you can be proud of Roy. Nicely expressed.
http://holesinmysoles.blogspot.com/2011/06/travel-photo-thursday-june-16th.html
Fantastic post Roy - I had a lump in my throat reading this..
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:))
Sweet - and I love the top picture.
Beautiful poem Roy, and photos too! True expression of love for a father.
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