By Roy Hildestad
They say someday we’ll live on Mars
And visit moons like touring czars
Collecting comet tails in jars.
That all is fine with me.
But I think that a cup of tea
At one small cafe by the sea
With your bright hair blown wild and free
Would send me to the stars.
Born in Philadelphia to a family of campers and canoeists, Roy Hildestad pursued a career in engineering and math. After raising three wonderful sons in Santa Barbara, and retiring, his life-long fascination with meter and rhyme and his love of nature got together and took over an unused corner of his free time.