POETRY
Old Friend
By Daniel Hartman
I finally bought a boat today,
is she worthy, Lord I pray
When water underneath her lies,
and darkness in the clouds arise
A small boat built for two or three
an aged man sold her to me
He told me stories of fishing with friends
and long summer days that seemed without end
His voice trembled some,
and his eyes smiled old
When we loaded his friend,
his handshake was bold
It was then that I knew
it was more than a boat,
But a good friend, a buddy,
and music unwrote
I looked in the mirror as I drove away,
and I wondered what memories
He thought of
that day
