Get Up America

Cal Expos vibrant colourful crowd; jewels as treasures?! A sea of laughter and excitement; such anticipation Ushering in together the end of a summers, fading year.... This turning of a decades, leaving the world behind ~ Escapisms wonderful sights; to rest, and then to capture Utopias hearts within a bottles, dream filled sighs Memories amid this scrapbook; postcards, collected throughout time.... Beyond the midways bright lights and stuffed animals; thrill rides!? The fairest wheel turning; screams and smiles; precious lives ~ Walking up to the finish line, to gaze upon the post parade Unable to recollect, as unto exactly which race, it was Everything coming to a halt; frozen; as he looks into my eyes.... Warmed by this immaculate thought; possibilities, of a recent born?! High stepping and prancing; silent words, to be reserved For a late Autumns morn, many years later; this page so turned ~ A chestnut gelding; no one else around; just he and I.... Coming down the home stretch, amid a chorus of jubilant cheers Searing, the poles as he passes; golden dust rising from beneath his hooves!? Shining, majestic mane as that of a crown; something magical, now Stirring within the whisperings, softly spoken wind ~ Into my very soul; a new horizon; the bluest of metaphors.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ His name, "Get Up America?!" *