Off in the distance there was a light pole. I would come to hold it when feeling sad. I was there looking to see the airplane flying. I want to be a pilot when I grow up. My name is Johnny Henry Nector. I hear the sound of the ocean waves coming in, from afar across the sea. With them memories came.
I smell the sea. Someday I would like to be buried at sea. This was not to be,as I had my grave already picked out.