sehr gut, mein Bruder. Mike Geary (eat your heart out, Erin, I learned German just picking it out of the air. ----- Original Message ----- From: John McCreery To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx Sent: Sunday, April 29, 2007 6:53 PM Subject: [lit-ideas] Re: Sunday Poem My Father Taught Me My father taught me what it was to be a man To break open peelers and bait the hooks, clean the fish, swear at a balky outboard motor, a backlash, a miscast hook sticking in a hand, "Hells Bells!" he roared when my net missed the crab skittering across the creek bottom. My father taught me what it was to be a man To hoe corn so the blade skims just under the earth, slicing weeds, but not "God damn it" the corn. To pick the beans and then go back to get the ones I missed. To thump a watermelon and listen for a thud. My father taught me what it was to be a man, Splitting knotty oak with a maul and wedge when the axe just bounced. Being careful to keep the chain saw from jamming while dismembering that four-foot wide oak the hurricane knocked down. My father taught me what it was to be a man, To have a place you know like no one else does, Every plant, every bird, every beast that crawls through the bamboo he was first to plant in Virginia sand. To sit still at the end of a dock waiting for the great blue heron to come and sit a while beside you, waiting for the wife you loved to come and take you with her. -- John McCreery The Word Works, Ltd., Yokohama, JAPAN Tel. +81-45-314-9324 http://www.wordworks.jp/