AND HERE COMES THE PITCH!
Memorial Day Weekend already,
And we can’t see Uncle Freddy…*
The concerts we’ll see
Are all on TV,
P.B.S., one of a few that are ready!
We do Sunday picnics grave-side,
I’ll bring a chair for my bride…
The Caswells we’ll “see”
Are familiar to me,
We’ll show off our national pride.
My wife wants to swim again,
And I’m afraid, what then…
If she can’t stand
It will demand,
A strength more than mine to amend!
The tourist trade takes this to be
Summer’s start, unofficially…
Hoping for big crowds,
I remember what that meant to me.**
* Fictional character for rhyming purposed. Actually…my Uncle Freddy was 4-F, like my Dad I think, during WWII. He’s buried in Enfield Connecticut.
**Used to volunteer at a train museum in New York State back in the early 1980’s…and some promotional work since then!