I wrote a poem today. There you are, filling our glasses with ales from behind that friendly bar, there you are, bestowing your time onto anyone who asks for a hand. There you are, smiling at every parcel the world put at your door, there you are, scurrying home from Co-Op with the roast in the bag. There you are, face red as the dragon, hitting all the balls over all the nets, there you are, sharing slices of your life with friends and strangers alike. And here we are, replaying your times in our minds, smiling when we can, knowing that what you brought to all of us shall never pass, that in each beer we raise, you’ll be there, perched on the end of the table, still putting us right for free. Tim Shaw Smillie