Sunday, November 22, 2009

The Brute

I'm am the Brute,
that gathers the white horses you ride on.
I am the plowman in the fields,
tanning my skin, and cracking my hands,
so you have nourishment on your plate.
I am the shepherd watching over the flock,
keeping the wolves at bay.
I am a man, tall in stature,
but much shorter on the finer things that life has to offer.
I am a simple man, in search of a complex woman.
To help make me grow,
to see heights I've never known.