My Santiago

Jack - (The Jack Series)

His name is Jack, Rising from his seat when we come in, Lean and wiry, With long flowing white mane and moustache, Straight out of the cowboy west, Stepping off his horse it seems, As he reaches out to shake my hand; the grip is strong,

The eyes, direct and firm, A man to be trusted, it says,

And when he smiles, It is warm and open.

Jack, the engineer from Caboolture, And further back to the land of the Long White Cloud, But now, After climbing mountains, Crossing tundras, And traversing the globe, He is home in Hobart, Where he gives time and time again, Friendship in spades, Jack, being the man he is.