Brother,
I felt your hand
on my shoulder
last night
as we looked
over the land
grown up with weeds
briers and trees.
We stood
side by side,
knowing the fight
that lay before us,
to find Daddy’s treasures
before the fire consumed them
and bring them safely home.
As we rambled over hills
and raced through valleys
my foot got stuck in hole; I fell.
Flames licked at me,
would have engulfed me
if you had not turned back
and stretched out your hand.
You pulled me up
even though I smelled of smoke
again we ran, our bags heavy
and filled with treasures,
home was just beyond
the mist.