The Moon Over the Gulf

My mind wanders back to a gentler night When I sat on a mound waiting for first light It was a summer’s night with a breeze on my face And the full moon shone on the gulf in its rightful place The day had passed at its usual pace With classroom time and exercise in our race And I dreamed of the things I’d do When it was time for me to wear the blue So now I have done all those things Standing tall when needed and ensuring right rings I suppose old men have a tendency to look back But that boy on the mound would be satisfied with that. © Paul Warren Poetry