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The Parade

The Parade

The sun beat down in the still May air
The streets were thronged with people there
Expectantly waiting for the large parade
As it marched its path down the Palace way

The marshal music from afar
Soon became a louder roar
As the bands played gaily down the road
And the ranks marched stiffly, straight and proud

The people gave a loud applause
But received neither glance nor pause
From the uniformed troops
Each in their smart individual groups

Drums rolled and bagpipes skirled
Bass drums boomed and kilts, they swirled
Trumpets blared and cymbals crashed
While clarinets, our ears, caressed

On and on still they came
Some so slim, some sturdy of frame
Some so young, some strangely old
Though either shy, cheeky or bold

Men, women, boys and girls were there
Bearing down upon the Palace square
Then the stiff “Eyes Right!” was moot
As the president “took” the salute

The sun beat down in the still May air
Oblivious to it the throng stood there 
Scouts and Cubs, Brownies and Guides
Yes, even Dolphins made the ride

The annual May Parade
Has passed us by, splendour thus displayed
The “military precision” might not have been there
But their effort was – And that’s more, by far!

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