My Friend; The Handyman

If I had a friend that lived close by

that knew how to fix things and didn’t mind helping

I would make him cake or write a poem for him.

 

I would give him a feast to write Scotland about or

let him use my paints or let him have my tobacco

anytime he liked.  Such is such. 

 

When I lived by lake superior I had a friend

who would come over and if something didn’t work

he would fix it.  He was good and capable.