Naval Park
By Christopher J. Bradley
For Robert Alan Bradley (my father)

I saw it once
as a cub scout.
The Naval Park
Buffalo New York.

Then one time
Dad You took us
The family
On a ship.

We cruised the edge of the city
in a new War Boat.
It was grey painted
and manned with many men.

Back then you were working
For the government
and for a place that made
aircraft radar jammers.

Someday I will show you
How I can work.