Parade
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While shopping in a small suburb near Sydney, Australia, this wonderful parade passed right in front of me. I had no idea of the occasion.
Say, oh!
It must be some sort of a Day!
Streets are bristling in baskets and laughter.
Shop fronts floating in banners,
and somewhere....
The concrete under our feet
Throbs with beginning, distant beat.
Motorcycle putt
Two by two
Stern-faced riders
Dark in blue
Legions of boots and brown,
Their arms fling high and back
Hats cocked, unfurling like salute.
Swing stick switches
Left foot...right! With the snap
A silken tassel twitches
And the horns behind the column crack
Suddenly, the breathless beating air!
Snatches of the melody are familiar.
Golden trumpets raise their throats to catch the sun,
Blaring open-mouthed triumphant chorus-
Good, we are good!
Strong, we are strong!
Warriors, honorable and glorious!
The drumbeat measures out in disappearing lines
Gradually, gently diminishing to perspective.
The taste of glory ages and dries upon the years
Where crumpled paper scrapes along the wind
And traffic lights go red and green again.
Copyright © Elizabeth Mccann | Year Posted 2022
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