Old Salt

This guy fought in two world wars & according to my Father, his back pack weighed more than he did

Old Salt

Even from a distance

It wasn’t hard to see

His captain’s cap

The reddened eyes

And makings of a tear

All by himself the old man sat

His back against the wall

An empty glass shook in his hand

And at his feet

His faithful friend lay dreaming

Author's Note

He just needed to be remembered, that's all

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Salt of the earth. It's guys like that old captain that allowed this country to keep its freedom. Not a hard man at all, but one bound by duty. That tear in the eye says much to me as does his relationship with his dog. This guy may have been a loner, but what a contribution he made for the many. You honour him with your words Neville, as you also honour your Dad's memory. Your lines always have such an impact and make the reader think beyond the box. That is what good poetry does.

Chris

[Neville]

Cheers Chris.. well let me just say, you are too good for words... N

[Shaquana Adams]

I could really see this man. This is a really nice tribute!

[Neville]

He would be blushing, like I am now. N

[Frieda P]

Nice tribute, well written Neville, enjoyed.

[Neville]

Hey FP, would you believe it but I actually enjoyed penning this one & if you enjoyed reading it then I have achieved something... God bless You & your Pen.... N x

[Frieda P]

Mission accomplished, you did a great job Neville.

[Neville]

Hey FP, would you believe it but I actually enjoyed penning this one & if you enjoyed reading it then I have achieved something... God bless You & your Pen.... N x

[Frieda P]

You're repeating yourself Neville ;-) My pleasure...........

[Neville]

Sometimes I just run out of verbs, nouns and adjectives..... I hope you understand, N

[Frieda P]

Tis fine, I repeat, repeat myself too ;-)

[PP]

A beautiful piece, I could picture this man sat on a rusty bench over a pier, having his usual sea side scotch by a hound that lay still..I can also picture his shiny walking stick clung to the bench by its side :)

[Neville]

Prathama, my dear literary Friend, you are far more astute than many whom I anticipate might stop by... Many thanks indeed.... N

[PP]

My pleasure and thank you for sharing :)

[Neville]

Hey, my pleasure entirely, N