Donald Mcclean

Ducky, thanks for being here Landmark man, Thanks for the connection to my past They need glass and steal I need familiar things, Things that mean and things that last Old friendships, old rivalries in feats The fragrant mornings And birds self-satisfied singing Before the naseberry trees are shaken Something in those days Our teeth in the cane stalk tearing The fish on the spear point dangling The girls across the fence skipping The task and chores to idle In the dreams we had without bridle Something in those days Says memory has a deeper purpose than mere recall Says human bonds are fragile And yet, and yet, has power over the living breath. Ducky, friendship is repository, a sterling vault An ocean in which memory keeps no fault.