F) --The Old Salty Poems--

--- The Old Salty Poems ---

The Old Seadog

In 1900, he is a stranger come to their town,
now renting, living in the old O'Grady place,
not to farm, not to fix up despite its being rundown,
just to live out his days, what with Death staring in his face.

The word around is he has no family, no friends,
that he has spent his whole life sailing the seas,
but, what to believe, since, when rumors fly, the truth bends.
Reports of disaster at sea?just leave him be, if you please.

As time does pass, the townspeople's suspicion turns to fear.
The children are warned to keep away from him. "He's not one of
us!"
He ventures into town only for supplies, mostly liquor and beer.
Keeping to himself, he does nothing to allay their fear and
distrust.

The children going to and from school walk quickly past his
house,
until one day little Sarah happens along as he is at his mailbox?
and she smiles at him?"You don't look like such a mean old
souse."
she says, repeating what she has heard him called. Her remark
shocks,

surprises him, but then he laughs. "Neither do you! What's your
name?"
"I'm Sarah. What's yours?" "Lately I've been known as Jonah
mostly,
but since I'm an old seadog, call me Salty." Every day, the same
-
he's at the mailbox as she passes his house. Then, comes finally

the day she tarries to visit, decides to converse, and his stories
begin,
wondrous tales, tall and true, of far-off lands with fantastic
sights,
of mysterious beasts, strange adventures, desperate battles to
win,
bounty and riches galore, and fierce storms that rage for days and
nights.

Soon, Sarah's friend or two is stopping to listen to Salty's
tales.
More friends, still more?until the parents learn of these
sessions.
But, when they come to put an end to it, a story of ships with
sails,
South Sea Island natives, and pearls draws them in, changes
impressions.

Old Salty becomes the most popular storyteller in the region all
around,
never too busy to oblige with a sea tale, always willing to visit
awhile
with parent or child. At last, he knows happiness, as friendships
abound.
Countless lives he enriches -- all because one little girl wasn't
afraid to smile.

The Legacy Of Friendship

Old Salty and young Sarah share a staunch friendship
until the day he dies. Then the doctor drops by.
"Salty had no relatives. He lived aboard a ship
for more than fifty years. He expected he would die

a lonely, old drunk, but he credited you with preventing that.
So, he wanted you to have all his worldly possessions of value."
Sarah's bequest is one battered, old, sea trunk that once had sat
in Salty's bedroom. Sorting through it, Sarah thinks, it's true,

that it was nice of Salty to think of her so fondly after all,
but
what is a young girl to do with maps, charts, and diary
after diary recounting his travels. Then, at the bottom, what
is this - a leather pouch containing handfuls of small stones.
Sorry,

but she was hoping for some of those pearls he had told tall
tales
about. Still, these are a pleasing mixture of pretty greens and
reds.
The trunk is stored for years, but all of Salty's stories she
tells
to her children over and over, then to her grandchildren, instead

of reading them fairy tales. At each retelling of Salty's stories, she
shows
them the pretty stones, letting each child hold some in their
hand.
These stories create unique family memories, each generation
knows
them by heart - enriching their dreams, keeping Salty a remembered
man.

Decades come and go, changing their town from one of farming
into a mill town. Most townspeople merely switch from an
existence of share-cropping to mill working, their hardships
alarming.
When Sarah donates Salty's trunk to the university library, the
man

goes beside himself with glee, calling the charts, diaries, and
maps
a true treasure -- this was back in 1960. Now Sarah, nearing 100,
thrives.
She has 4 children, 17 grandchildren, 31 great-grandchildren - and
naps
twice a day. But, when awake, she's still the greatest storyteller
alive!

The mill is closing; their jobs going overseas. Times for the family
become
grim. Still, to celebrate her centennial, all in the family contribute
to pay
for having Sarah's pretty story stones mounted into a necklace at
some
big-city jewelry store. Money in hand, two of her daughters silently
pray

that they'll have enough to mount all her stones. At this fancy jewelry
store
they are greeted with disapproving looks, as though in the wrong
place.
Their explanation given, the jeweler examines a stone, then looks at
more.
As stone after stone is examined, disbelief grows larger upon his
face.

"Where did you get these?" "They've been in our family 90 years, I'd
guess."
"This amazing collection of rubies and emeralds
is?absolutely?priceless!"