He's To Lead Poem by Kassem Oude

He's rough hands with painful furrows
Adjusts lands digs breaks giant stones
Sweat's drops of forehead he swallows
When lifts crop's sacks on back with groans

He bends the arc with potent brawn
Ascends ridges and valleys descends
To chase red meat through wild zone
To nurse mate's red blood he intends

He lies supine beneath heavy machine
Face and hand smeared by thick grease
For his wife wears fine smile whole clean
To achieve all needs, cope with ease

Better than wolf safeguards abode
Embraces tightly till he brings trance
With soulmate creates superb ode
Sows many seeds life brilliance

He rides risks through seas and beyond
To insure his his life does not heed
He's caring father good husband
A trustworthy man he's to lead.

Kassem Oude
On Sunday, November 13,2016