The Pocket man, the pocket man, where do you hide your stuff? Why do you so many pockets have, in your plain serge suit? Why do you need all of that stuff? Why do you walk around in that old pocketed suit?

The kids when they see him, do laugh and jump up and down, they do laugh and yell, �Here comes the pocket man!� For this old feller, who does walk tall and straight, always has a smile and pulls something out, to amuse the kids. His white beard is not long and his hair is getting thin, but his neck stays pretty clean so a hippy he will not be. An old retired engineer he really is; not of the railroad type but one who designed things. A retired old man. But when the kids do see him, well the ones who about him have heard. They laugh and smile and chant, �Pocket man, what are you going to show?�

And he reaches into a pocket and something does pull out, a ball of string, a plumb Bob, or an old post card? Some nuts and bolts, some wood screws, or a couple cotter keys? A scrap of paper with some doodling on it, of something he plans to build? But then he smiles and says to one, shy little girl, �Did I tell you about Sara Sue my own small pet mouse?�

The children laugh and clap their hands, and the little girl does quizzically look at him, �You have a pet mouse,� she asks and the story is on. He sits down and then looks at all around, then a story he does make up and tell, as he burns their ears. Simple stories he does tell, of silly things, and what is funny, to him at least is the ones who listen the best.

For the parents and people with the playing children there, they do listen closely and smile at what ere he does say. For they relate to his stories and do smile and think back when they were small, and of the story many they did hear, and of his pockets full.