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Author Name: Premiumsheedreams 3 Comments
Date Added: February 20, 2010 15:02:24 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Brother Earl
beyond the face is a HEART
    soft and mellow
    after being put through the pasta machine
    spliced and sewn together with copper wire
    warm as a crackling campfire
beyond the heart are HANDS
    open and strong
    digging deep in the earth to bury the hatchet
    views work as flight school and a testing ground
    gifted in helping others
beyond the hands are FEET
    comely and talented
    dance to the thunder of an upbeat rhythm
    ready to walk the long and extra mile for a friend
    planted on hills of strong character
when are you coming home?
Author's Notes:
Brother Earl is an instrumental song recorded by two guitarists, Paul Brown and Mark Antoin.  A conversation with my youngest son inspired me to put it to words.  These are the qualities I see when I look upon his heart, hands, and feet...this is for you, Matthew.
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Comment By: FreeAlfred on February 22, 2010 07:19:58 PM Report
Hope he comes back to you.
Comment By: FreeTanya Harrison on February 20, 2010 07:51:31 PM Report
Really enjoyed this one Linda Jo.  He seems like a sweet person.
Comment By: FreeBarbara Demasson on February 20, 2010 05:17:03 PM Report
He sounds like someone that should be welcomed with open arms. Is this a fleshly brother Linda? When we reflect on a person's character it doesn't take long before our appreciation turns to longing. 

I couldn't connect "a crackling fire" to the lines that preceded it. I questioned if "being put through the pasta machine" was an indicator of an work accident or as a result of war...or maybe it is not meant to be taken literally.


"digging deep in the earth to bury the hatchet"...loved this line...he sounds like a great man. Enjoyed!




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