Uncle Frank

 
Uncle Frank was a conundrum
A man of means by no means
He looked like a crafted hobo
A creator of his own unique style
A face with a constant smile
My parents claimed drug induced
A bad influence of effluent
A good for nothing, untrustworthy
Yet a wealthy self made man
At 13 I was impressionable and
Impressed at this maverick
Wearing a Stetson over long hair
A cowboys’ cow poke
A Glaswegian / Texan accent
A resident of the US of A
An Uncle, a teacher, a hero
He gave me a Yukon gold nugget
And a lucky silver dollar
In a cowhide drawstring pouch
He said;
“Take this and bury it”
“One day you will need it”
“Just not yet”
I did what he asked
Well, you just would
Until this morning
I’d forgotten where
I’d buried it at 13
But, as luck would have it
50 years later
Memories of Uncle Frank
Stirred its location
Into my mind
It was where I’d buried
My first victim