Three randomly picked guys.
They didn’t know each other, I didn’t know them.
But they were more alike, then they were different.
As we all are.
Individuals with sameness. Faith. Family. Fun and Fishing.
But to know that, I had to ask. We all have to ask. Who are you, and why.
And in others, we will find ourselves.
They are the dots,
between the letters.
Without them, you, it would just be about the fish.
They are the backbone, of what we do.
They are the nameless faces in the crowd.
They are the nameless faces waiting to walk up the metal steps.
They are the nameless faces waiting for their short time on the dusty rubber mat.
They are the nameless faces up there on stage.
On the stage they built.
That they let us borrow.
“…hear the steel wheels singing
Land Of Hope And Dreams