From a Pawn to a Crusader for Justice
Six year-old Sean and me,
Indian Guides named Fire Star and Fire Fast,
Board a cruiser blasting through waves to Catalina,
Bouncing, dipping, dancing in wind,
Like a giant barracuda made of steel.
Flying fish spread dorsal fins, leap, glide and
Change directions like Blue Angels.
They drop tails, push off ocean surface, soar, or splash under.
Smiling dolphin reveal gold beaks,
Ride the white bubbling wake chasing prey soaring.
Dock at Camp Fox, sing songs around fire circle, hike at night.
Ursa Major points to North Star and Alberio in Cygnus
Summer triangle and Draco sprawl and dazzle.
Relax in sleeping bags on Button Shell Beach.
Sunrise streaks over waking city to island retreat.
Vermilion beams paint sand dollars, mollusks, urchins,
Scarlet sea fans, seashells, and crabs in glinting tide pools.
Eyes brighten with each treasure in pail,
Under glow, learning, and loving.
Waves lap sand, sloshing the shore.
In nature, son and father blend.