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
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