Charles M. Moore

Rookie (1953 june / Glasgow Scotland.)

The Easter Parade. - Poem by Charles M. Moore

We all came along to the Easter parade
The girls with their bonnets and men with their plaids
And the children with baskets of chocolate eggs
And mothers home cooking for a family spread

We walked to the field where the old hayloft stands
With music being played by The Pioneer Band
Where granma and granpa caught many a glance
Blazing a trail at the festival dance

And the pie competition was drama indeed
As the judge said the winner was his little niece
And the Reverend stepped in to calm down all the fuss
“Today is for Jesus, Not pies, And not us”

Young men being boisterous sought some attention
From girls who quite simply just wanted affection
And avoiding their mothers, slipped quietly away
for the first teenage kiss of the Easter parade.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 6, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, February 11, 2011

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