The years seem to tumble
faster and faster
I work harder;
the boys are larger;
we planted apple and cherry.
in summer, barefoot,
in winter, rubber boots.
Little boys bodies
soft bellies, tiny nipples,
dirty hands.
New grass coming
thru oakleaf and pine needles -
I'll plant a few more trees,
then watch
the slow sky turn.
From Brother Songs - A Male Anthology of Poetry.
ISBN 0-930100-02-6