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Marilyn Lott

Rookie - 133 Points (5-28-42 / Washington state USA)

A Yukon Tradition

It is an exciting tradition in Yukon
Parades with horses and fun
You must stop by and visit
Even if you’re out on the run

Little girls in fluffy dresses
Riding in the midst of the parade
Lots of music and dancing
You’ll be so glad that you stayed

You’ll see handsome men on horses
Carrying the flag so proud
You just have to tap your feet
But the music’s never too loud

There is always food, of course
The fragrance floats through the air
The flavors are simply amazing
You don’t really want to share

So bring your family, my friend
Your wife, daughter and son
A Czech day you’ll always remember
It’s an annual Yukon tradition!

Submitted: Wednesday, September 10, 2008

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  • Rookie Alison Cassidy (9/20/2008 1:03:00 AM)

    You have captured the pageantry and charm of this exciting Czech celebration with great passion and a feast of images, sounds and smells to tempt the most discerning reader. A joyful poem. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Mamta Agarwal (9/10/2008 8:29:00 AM)

    you have sketched a lovely scene of revelry, colorful, vibrant with music- nice Yukon tradition. i think all countries have such pageants. they are really beautiful (Report) Reply

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