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Scout
by Glenn CurrierHe could tell me if it was
ponderosa or loblolly
singing like a cardinal
and not a red-winged black.
His nicked knuckles
against the olive green
of the army shovel
matched the determination
in his lips and brow
as he dug a hole
in the sandy forest soil
to make an oven
for peppers, potatoes and carrots
that became a fiesta in my mouth
and a smile on my face.
He scouted manhood
and introduced it to me.
and now
he climbs the craggy cliffs
hikes the pained desert
leaps beyond the waiting
to prepare the trail
for me as I too approach
the aging path
barely visible in the thicket
that lies ahead. 04/22/2005 Author's Note: Dedicated to my brother now recovering from his recent surgery.
Posted on 04/22/2005
Copyright © 2024 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Lori I Wolfe on 04/22/05 at 01:44 PM Beautiful dedication to your brother ... you have such admiration for him... Beautifully done! |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/22/05 at 03:23 PM ...glenn, i agree w/ lori, you present a beautiful, description of a bonding that exists today, and umbilically tied to your years...'he scouted manhood and introduced it to me' WOW! well said, my older bro. did the same, thank him often though he shrugs(lovingly), probably not fully aware that he made a biiiig difference in my life...kudos, much peace, chaz |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 04/23/05 at 07:52 AM this leaves me with such a wonderful feeling. beautiful!! |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 04/23/05 at 01:36 PM A fine dedication reminding me much of my father with whom I spent many years camping, hiking and backpacking. Touched a nerve with this one! |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 04/24/05 at 04:54 AM Wonderful poem Glenn, a fine tribute to your brother. I hope he is getting well. Your poem made me hunger for potatoes coated with
mud and baked in the embers of a camp fire....Charlie |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 04/24/05 at 05:01 AM A super dedication to your brother, Glenn. My eyes misted over when I read this. ~~ Kyle Anne |
| Posted by JD Clay on 04/25/05 at 01:52 PM A visionary poem you could sink a hatchet in, and hew a brothers love. Your aptly titled piece certainly marks the trail, Glenn, a totem as it were.
pe4ce... |
| Posted by Christina Bruno on 04/26/05 at 11:46 PM an excellent poem full of strenghth and hope |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 04/27/05 at 06:45 PM Touching allegory sincerely expressed - I hope the recovery goes as well :) |
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