The Little Calvary Scout Poem by Joni Moosman

The little Calvary Scout



In a dream I saw a little boy riding his Father's crimson horse in

the high desert sand.

He still rode a bike, played with Power Rangers, and related toys.

And I dreamed he rode out on ancient ledges and red plateaus.

Were the grass is sparse and the cedars grow.

There in the silence you can hear everything.

Like Texas Jack and Cody those scouts of old.


Holding out my hand to you, I said come.


Then I watched you turn your face into the sun,

as the warm wind caught your light brown hair.

You smiled at me, then said, 'Mom,

I want a camo shirt, one like the soldiers wear'.

So I bought you a camo shirt just your size.

Then you wanted toy guns, which you remade with pvp and electrical

tape.



I dreamed one night you were still a boy sleeping under a desert sky.

You look into the universe with your blue eyes.

There you saw the constellations and were the War gods gathered.

I dreamed you slept on a desert hill above me.



And I reached out my hand and said for you to come.



Then I saw you turn your face to the firelight.

And I saw what you dreamed of in the desert night.

Then you whispered, 'Mom'

I got to have a beret, some dog tags and a better gun.

Then I took your hand and said all right.

Then there were BB guns and a 22 rifle, more camo and

military boots.



I dreamed last night, you were a man.

You were so far from me in some Middle Eastern land.

You turned your face to me,

And I could not see your face in that blowing sand.



So I reached out for you with my hands and wanted you to come.



And you said, 'mom, I'm so hot and tired here and I want to come,

But I'm a Calvary Scout in troop C a gunner that's me.

Uncle Sam buys my gears so don't worry.

I'm just like my Dad, but not in the infantry'.