The Parade

So many people
        Lining the byways
                From curb to picket fences
                         As far as the eye can see. 
Young boys on 
        Their father’s shoulders 
                Straining hard to 
                         Catch a glimpse of
Something special, 
        Something shiny in the distance. 
Sirens blasting 
        With such fur
                 Dogs and children
                         Want to run. 
Clown balloon-man 
        Passing favors 
                Sad-faced mime 
                         Brings silent joy.
Stalwart veterans 
        At attention, 
                Heart salute as 
                         Glory passes. 
And the band plays 
        J.P. Souza 
                As a memory ensues. 
Strike the chords and 
        Sing the chorus. 
                Fill the air with 
                         Joyous muse. 
Run the gamut 
        Of emotion 
                       In a game 
                                You cannot lose.

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