My brother and I
Threw rocks at each other
Tossing, then diving
Ducking for cover
He once hit me
In the back of the head: It bled
A good shot
Ten stitches sealed the lot
I once hit him right
Between the eyes
He was 28
I was 25
Just a mighty concussion
(It's not as if he died)
My brother and I
Through throwing rocks at each other
Eventually found time to finally discover
A HUG is as good as a boulder
If you both live long enough
To get older.
4 comments:
you are both good huggers... I'd rather that than a rock too.. luckily I've never had a rock from you but I have had hugs.. may they continue..
excellent
http://paintpit.ning.com/group/poetscorner
Cap here is a link to the poets corner on the keyhole and a couple of poems I wrote when Bron was in hospital
I like this Glenn. Thank you for sharing it. I have two brothers no sisters and it's been a joy to not only grow older together but to also grow up (and beyond the machismo) together too.
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