A Festival Memory

The Wenatchee River Festival Held the third weekend of June The four of us attended To hear a Bluegrass tune Friday the seventeenth, This year’s opening day The day I turned seventy five A time to celebrate and play I have a special lawn chair It seems to fit me right Sitting in the sixth row The stage was in good sight A group was performing Bluegrass at its best When I had to get up and go A “must” I will confess As I was returning My name was being paged So I yelled “Here I am” To the group up the stage They said “we’ve been told Your Seventy-Five today” “We wish you Happy Birthday” Then they began to play The Happy Birthday Song Was sung just for me The audience even sang along I was speechless as can be How could this happen? My head began to spin It must have been Chuck Egner He proved it with his grin My wife, daughter, grand-daughter We didn’t know what to say But thanks for the birthday present You gave to me that day