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leanin' H

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Wrote this one this morning—

Hands of a Man



I was thinking about his hands today, now he’s been gone a while.

And how they hardly didn’t seem believable, ever time I seen them I’d just had to smile.



Looked like a couple of catcher’s mitts, there on the end of his arms.

Fingers the size of soda cans, and boys, I ain’t telling y’all no yarns.



Them hands was covered with spots from the sun, had more scars and scuffs than hide.

They exemplified strength and power, and yet, could be tender, like his heart inside.



Had one big scar from a chainsaw, on the edge of one big thumb.

Used to show it to me, and say “Son, the day I got that cut, I was still young and dumb”!



Had needle marks from vaccinations, kinda inadvertently given.

Had a twisted knuckle from some other wild wreck, his hands were clues to the life he’d been livin.



Had callouses on callouses, from decades of damn hard work.

And if he took a holt of something, it’s stayed a holt, his hand shakes made fellers lose their smirk.



I’ve seen them grip a shovel and dig post holes hours on end.

I’ve seen them hold my mothers hand or comfort, a sobbing friend.



I’ve seen them hold some bridal reins a couple thousand times.

I’ve seen them folded gently during prayer, a favorite mental picture of mine.



And when I meet someone, I always take, a long look at their hands.

They will tell ya a lot about who they are, as plain as any earmark or brand.



My kind of hands, have grime and dirt, and knuckle or two have breaks.

Like they tangled with a badger or some barb wire on an Ol wire gate.



I have no doubt, not all good men, have hands that look like my dad’s.

But I’ll wager a man, whose hands have worked, can’t be completely bad.



Someday, I’ll get to shake dad’s hand again, and look straight into his eye.

My hands will never measure up to his, but I damn sure plan to try.

Darrell Holden
November 22
 

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Wrote this one this morning—

Hands of a Man



I was thinking about his hands today, now he’s been gone a while.

And how they hardly didn’t seem believable, ever time I seen them I’d just had to smile.



Looked like a couple of catcher’s mitts, there on the end of his arms.

Fingers the size of soda cans, and boys, I ain’t telling y’all no yarns.



Them hands was covered with spots from the sun, had more scars and scuffs than hide.

They exemplified strength and power, and yet, could be tender, like his heart inside.



Had one big scar from a chainsaw, on the edge of one big thumb.

Used to show it to me, and say “Son, the day I got that cut, I was still young and dumb”!



Had needle marks from vaccinations, kinda inadvertently given.

Had a twisted knuckle from some other wild wreck, his hands were clues to the life he’d been livin.



Had callouses on callouses, from decades of damn hard work.

And if he took a holt of something, it’s stayed a holt, his hand shakes made fellers lose their smirk.



I’ve seen them grip a shovel and dig post holes hours on end.

I’ve seen them hold my mothers hand or comfort, a sobbing friend.



I’ve seen them hold some bridal reins a couple thousand times.

I’ve seen them folded gently during prayer, a favorite mental picture of mine.



And when I meet someone, I always take, a long look at their hands.

They will tell ya a lot about who they are, as plain as any earmark or brand.



My kind of hands, have grime and dirt, and knuckle or two have breaks.

Like they tangled with a badger or some barb wire on an Ol wire gate.



I have no doubt, not all good men, have hands that look like my dad’s.

But I’ll wager a man, whose hands have worked, can’t be completely bad.



Someday, I’ll get to shake dad’s hand again, and look straight into his eye.

My hands will never measure up to his, but I damn sure plan to try.

Darrell Holden
November 22
WOW that is powerful, LH never had a father in my life so I envy you
 

Faster horses

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Wonderful.
Bit of a change of subject, 'H. I was reading RANGE Magazine and there was a letter to the editor mentioning how your story on Reba touched the person writing in. That was neat to see and know that you are part of the ranchers.net family. I'm so glad you share your thoughts and writings with us here.
 

leanin' H

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Once again you do a great job of writing. Weather permitting we are looking forward to listening to you in Elko. If we do make it you will be able to tell who we are. We will be the people who aren't your family applauding for you.
I’d be honored to meet your wife. She has to be a first class saint to put up with you. 😂
I should be easy to pick out, other that the fact they will most likely announce my name. I’ll be the one as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.
 

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Not sure how you do it H, pre school 50 years ago barely taught kids to blow their own nose and here you are! A full blown Artiste!

Well done, nice tribute to your Pa.
 

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