Dear Brother (poem)
We’ve done quite well, we two. I still remember when we met. Your seasoned council, roads to choose. The countless hours and words we spent. Who could have known intent back then, when we all practiced merely words; a vision grew of moving men across a frozen river ford. And every time I hit the stage your breast would puff, your eyes would gleam. And all our brothers took the page. They took the chance… became a team. Now their new visions beat the last; proud demonstrations of our youth. But now our books read time to pass. Here, all you’ve taught I do for you.
“Until then dear Brother, until then…”,