he said i want to grow up and look like robert mitchum and i hope that when i m gone there ll be some say that i miss him he must have been romantic he must have sensed adventure and i feel the steel of his strong will in the frame around his picture and he s one more arrow flying through the air one more arrow landing in a shady spot somewhere where the days and nights blend into one and he can always feel the sun through the soft brown earth that holds him forever always young he could have been a boxer but the fight game seemed so dirty we argued once he knocked me down and he cried when he thought he d hurt me strictly from the old school he was quiet about his pain and if one in ten could be that brave i would never hate again one more arrow forever always young