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 fury
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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