Look at His Eyes First

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Try looking at the brother on the right,

Far right.  What wisdom do you see in eyes

Above his winsome smile?  A photo’s blight

Is that it never finds the far surprise

In futures.  Later he fulfilled his dream,

Became a full professor far away

In Philippino islands.  First a gleam

In mother’s eye, though wicked in croquet

In childhood, Woody came out right, on top

In academia.  The stripey tie

And checked wool jacket and the barbershop

Did little to predict his by and by.

  The eyes and lips in boyishness won through

    In books he wrote.  Yes, seer-like he knew.

~ Phillip Whidden

by phillipw | Nov 11, 2024 | FA, WH, WO | 0 comments