I was sitting at my kitchen table waiting for two Americans to arrive when Walt came round the corner into the yard, followed by his friend. ‘Hi’ said Walt. ‘I’m Walt. I’m a poet’. He gestured to his friend and said ‘He’s a poet too’. No need to tell me he was from the USA – I’d pretty much worked that out.
No reason not to believe it, though I've added a few things just for fun or to create a bit of atmosphere., like the beard stroking.
wonderful story and yes, I'll believe every word.