My brother
Celebrated seventy
Years in the valleys
And peaks of his
Momentous
Mountain of times.
Partner, ditto master,
Chalk talker
And Dad.
Streams floated him;
Paths and ruts
Loomed
Before his shouldered boulder.
He pushed on
To the party,
And wore
A party hat,
Made a wish,
And with a
Mighty, healthy blast,
Nailed those damn candle flames.
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