Many mornings I watch the city wake
to a glittering sunrise and pearls of
dewdrops on the grass.
In the arms of mothers infants cuddle
I walk around the Community Center
where basketball is usually played.
Laughter follows children running free.
The sound is heard throughout Pacific.
Soldiers are home from far away.
It seems somebody is here representing
every occupation, race and religious creed.
Mingling, conversing with their neighbor.
In every face I meet I see the possibility
of a new friend. In Pacific my mind hears
the pleasures of life. A peaceful silence
welcomes the night.
– Gerald A. McBreen, Pacific poet laureate