The Summer of 1962

by James W. Spain, II


As a young man I befriended
an old Irish gentleman named Martin.

We worked together that summer
during my college break.

He taught me everything he knew
about painting

old Victorians were just his specialty and
he said you needed to treat them like a lady.

I learned a lot that summer
over fifty years ago.

A little about painting
but much more about life.

We forged a bond that
lasted until the day my good friend Martin died.

I learned about loyalty
and I learned about friendship.

Each time I smell the fresh scent of paint
my mind wanders back to that summer.

As a young man I befriended
an old Irish gentleman named Martin.

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