Jumping Over The Moon Poem by George Wallace

JUMPING OVER THE MOON
i was twelve the
space race was
on JFK rode past
in his black limo
the top was down
the sun was bright
on JFK's face he was
on his way to the
moon he was just
passing through
he had just left
the Commack
Arena i was
standing there
in the parking lot
waiting for JFK
JFK was late -JFK
was deep in thought
he was deep in sunlight
he was deep in Republican
territory that didn't bother
JFK! he was grinning
a great big JFK
grin he was
waving an
American
flag he looked
exhausted
i stepped off
the sidewalk as
JFK's limousine
slowed down &
reached my hand
out & i touched the
fender of jfk's limo it was
black it was shiny it
was a big UGLY
old cadillac
& i swear
on the hem
of my mother's
blue bathrobe
JFK looked at me
right then & there his
eyes gripped mine
like Tiger Woods
grips a nine
iron like
Bill Clinton
grips a bar of
soap after he's made
it with Monica Lewinsky -
it was JFK! i had made contact
with outer space! i was twelve years old
i wanted a wife like Jackie i wanted
to be a Kennedy i wanted to
go to the moon i wanted
a woman who would
look good in a Piet
Mondrian dress
i wanted to play
touch football
in Hyannisport
instead of that
i signed up
for the JFK
physical
fitness
program
& did 100
jumping jacks
a day i ran a mile
every morning
i ran a mile
every night
i built an obstacle
course in the back
in between the apple
tree & the fallout shelter
it had big tires to run through
it had monkey bars to swing from
it had a chinning bar & a twenty foot high
wooden wall to propel yourself over
i propelled myself over that wall
every single day for exactly
one summer -three
months! l i thought
i could fly i thought
i could be JFK
i was JFK!
i was JFK!
i could scale
walls so
easy -
easy as
jumping
over the moon