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I'll Never Forget Those Hands
I'll never forget those hands,
Those hands that could hold an ax
And fell a wrist-sized tree in one swing
Those hands that could hold a horse's hoof
And shoe it in thirty seconds
Those hands that could shape
Red hot metal into fine tools
Those hands with their weathered calluses
From guiding a mule and plow.
I'll never forget those hands
That could hold a butterfly
Without removing the powder from its wing.
Hello and thank you for your kind words. I just got down to this particular poem of yours, and had so many good comments to make on the others, but this one definitely stood out. I'm a softie at heart and this one was just so sweet....now, off to read the rest of your wonderful works...:)
This is very special. Seems you remember your father fondly. Only thing is that it seems to lack any form at all... more like prose than a poem. Unless you intended that? Nice sentiments.
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Oh Mike , so far this is my favorite poem.This is an outstanding work of art.I too loved the last two verses.Reminded me of my father who was so gentle, wild birds would come to his feet and eat bread crunbs.
Outstanding!!!!!! This just gave me goosebumps to read the last line. Powerful writing!!!