Once in a Blue Moon -

Every now and again, visits me every few years, Once in a Blue Moon,
A friend like a stellar event, from near or afar, floats in on a hot air balloon.
Setting down, to just check in and say hi, then bye, might see you again soon ?
Saying as floating up, up, and away, from the Tualco Valley, hot July afternoon.

Memories upon my porch, a sitdown of coffee and thoughts, its asked of me,
Where, if anywhere, would you move, south like me, to the capital of Albany ?
I would like to move to Oregon, but its the wrong direction, catch me if you can,
I would rather visit for a year, the South Pacific, or SE Alaska, the Islands near Ketchican.

My friends facial espression, that knowing smile, of what I adventursome, exploringly meant,
Its hard to come by anymore, the older we get, as our lifes exploring treasure, is already half spent.
Its within us all, traveling times have passed on now, of going round the world, here and there,
If I travel now, near of far, it better have abundant fruits, to sustain me and mine, to bountifully bare.
  
Once all the old things, have been newfound, what will travel have to show, for mankind, our soul to heal ?
Where will we travel and explore anymore, the smaller of the Earths surprises, and adventures to reveal ?
I think the answer, once mankinds done exploring Earths lands and oceans, might come none too soon,
Its traveling through time and across space, to find new habitable planets for us all, past the Blue Moon.

D.M. Beebe