The Brothers

Jay Chambers

They weaved through the rows 
Picking cotton bolls, leaving 
Barren stalks, standing like 
Skeletons in the sunshine. 
The years passed 
grains of sand 
in the hourglass of time 
Dallas went to the navy and 
Travis went to work 
They reconvened amongst the cedars and the pines 
“The Chambers Christmas Tree Farm” 
The brothers worked together again 
In the silhouettes of Christmas trees at sundown 
Their hands no longer picked cotton bolls 
Or trimmed fragrant pines 
Now they grew old and frail 
Dallas passed in ‘11 
Granddaddy saw Jesus last Tuesday 
They are together again 
Weaving through golden streets 
Resting from all their labors in eternity