My little brother Levi, we called him Butch.  He was a lonesome soul, maybe he drank a little too much of the spirits, who knows a mans soul.  He had eyes of blue, and when he looked at you, you could see his soul, he wandered for miles and miles, wearing his cowboy boots, fished and hunted and always seemed to have a broken heart. He always loved his Lord and I know he is up there in the big range in the sky with his brother Jim.  Adios mi Amigo, I love you and miss you so. Sissy.