As I sat on the bench reading my book,
A rugged man sat down to take a look,
An apparent interest in my reading he took.
He leaned forward the better to see.
In that moment I had the urge to flee,
But he turned and nodded to me.
His dress looked to be a man of a ship.
I noticed at his feet he set his grip.
Scanning the pages he urged me to flip.
I continued to read with an awful dread.
He apparently approved nodding his head.
Standing to leave, “Thanks, I needed that” he said.
Copyright © October 2, 2011 by Lowell Bergeron