Truly History In the Making

Truly History In the Making Remember when some sweaters we wove Was while we were sitting in a pretty grove Birds started singing and others flew by Certainly a delightful day cannot deny. Trees were tall and much shade they made And there on lovely lawn we often laid Exchanging things that we did discuss About having to ride in back of the bus. Even had to go to school of our very own Booker T. Washington until fully grown We saw Cassius Clay fighting in the ring Who all of us loved more than anything. One day he turned out to be a dear old dad Died just before Father's Day and are said For him to a far better place he has gone No longer any big crowds will ever be drawn. Made peace with master; put away each glove Was thriller from Louisville we so do love Wanted one last thing done which was sweet Be sure to have Hearst driven down a street. Mohammad Ali in private place was buried After to see him last time everyone hurried Events he did in his life were breath-taking He had truly been history in the making. James Serious Mysterious Horn Retired Veteran and Poet