He Forgot to Wake up
He was old
He looked frail
Rangy and stringy
A gaunt emaciated bean pole
Aloof yet interesting
Private yet companionable
And he wrote words of joy
Words which painted pictures
Told stories of people and places
Our people
Our places
History, biography and fiction
Often presented as one
An unrecognised legend
Working solitary and alone
Each word carefully placed


