A prairie man.
Tall as June days.
A cabin log,
hand hewn from pioneer stock.
Crowned with silver.
A water man.
Fishing every ocean
and lake
and river
and coffee cup,
for that elusive catch,
JOY.
A book man.
Reading and
writing into the pages,
and into the night.
A word man.
A fish in water.
A noon beer at Coyote Ugly.
A strong cable across
the homestead's long driveway.
Protector of sod-house-dreams and
lifetimes of labor.
A battler against the elements,
cancer,
the status quo.
A river man.
Portraiting the mighty Mississip.
Mighty cousins, both.
A tall tree rising above the others.
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