Day: May 26, 2025

EARLY TRADITIONS

Clouds ahead appeared as mountains

Above them were dark ominous floaters

Looking like large chunks of coal

About twenty miles further, rain drops

They were dancing on the windshield

Giving the feeling of a drum corps

Great excitement and then lightning

Followed by a gushing downpour

I set my imaginary batons down

Slowed and pulled my car over to

The side of the lightly traveled road

Rockets and blasts continued

This was an unknown holiday

Breath taken away, replaced by memories

I thought of lost friends; times that

Will never be enjoyed again

I was sad as I waited

My throat ached and eyes watered

Then it all stopped

Sunshine appeared and with it

Were countless rainbows

Spirits were lifted

Out to the right was a county cemetery

Many once lively people buried there

Real heroes in their own silent way

They took nothing for granted and endured

Veterans of hard work; survivors of

Difficult times and their children went on

And are no doubt buried somewhere new

Where they carried on the tradition

I thought about this as I continued my journey

Stanski

May 26, 2025 ^