Is the title sufficient for the poem-- comments welcome

Petit Jean

When one is young, the constant dream is love
and, only to that end, would she relent
to cabin boy status and guarantee
her passage on a ship of men.  She chose
to hide her gentle side, her womanhood.
She saw her love at night against the rail
beneath the moon where stars brought tears and hurt
but words and thoughts she cast upon the winds
that swept their sails.  At night, she found the bed
and pillow for her head a companion
of heart and soul.  By day, she saw the maps
and charts the captain used.  She knew their course
and things that some could not.  When one is young,
the constant dream will sacrificed for love.

It is a much more enjoyable offering once that background is discovered. (BTW Dewell and Dennis...I missed the "French" memo for this month )  I have a couple punctuation additions in the poem below:

Petit Jean

When one is young, the constant dream is love
and, only to that end, would she relent 
to cabin-boy status and guarantee 
her passage on a ship of men.  She chose
to hide her gentle side, her womanhood.
She saw her love at night against the rail
beneath the (Mississippi River) moon where stars brought tears and hurt
but words and thoughts she cast upon the winds
that swept their sails.  At night, she found the bed
and pillow for her head, a companion 
of heart and soul.  By day, she saw the maps 
and charts the captain used.  She knew their course
and things that some could not.  When one is young, 
the constant dream will sacrificed for love.

Your poem brought a flood of memories for me... Elsa didn't find it interesting other than a simple undisclosed love poem.  My sister, Betty Jean, was born on Petit Jean Mountain in 1935... Dad & my brother Ted were working for CCC building retaining walls, fireplace in the lodge, etc then we moved to Arizona.  The reader definitely needs more info... background, to appreciate the poem.  An intro stanza?  Elsa and I visited there in 2007.  What a view!  Dewell

about Petit Jean.   Dennis, did you also use Petit Jean State Park as "your" park for Sybil Nash Abrams?   If so, there are two of us. . . . at least 2 of us!  Maybe 10 of us!   Who knows.   : )   So, I'm up and fresh on the research of Petit Jean Mountain.   Great that you used the material to also write a sonnet.  Or is your SNA a series of sonnets?!  That would be clever.  I counted your lines and syllables to be sure that this is a sonnet.  Dennis, it even looks like a sonnet:  no lines in between, single spaced.  HOW did you do that?  Honestly, Dewell and I need to know how you did that.  I've tried everything I can think of:  nothing works for me.  Now, back to the poem:  I have never written a sonnet, so I feel inept about saying a word.  I understood everything you wrote, but then I know the story and it is recent with me.  I like the contrasts:  at night, by day;  also enjoyed the words and thoughts vs heart and soul.  I am a sucker for contrasts.   Do you mean sacrifice or sacrificed in last line?  Simple, but I read it with the history still in my head.  I think the title fits this poem because that is what the sailors and captain knew her by. She is young, impetuous and in love, willing to risk everything to be with her sweetheart.    Pat