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[title] => The Parade
[time] => 2012-07-03 08:08:15
[hometext] => Just remembering a parade celebration
[bodytext] => The Clydesdale's walk a sound of drums and whistles in the air. They pull the wagons and people perform acts that make the crowd cheer. Standing for what seems hours along the street of distant or local towns. Watching many people walk by wearing very different types of gowns. Then come along veterans, the heroes of our day. They walk with pride and on their side we stay. Aircraft fly over head supporting the cause of the day. The sounds are loud but quickly fade away. Sirens and horns people yelling so their voices will be heard. The parade started on main, and is now passing by on third. So many children eyes wide and ears alert. Looking at all the colors, here comes from Sesame Street, Ernie and Bert. The firemen and police protectors of the communities in which we live. Thousands of cheers and claps to them we will give. Following along one group after another. Many of us come to watch maybe a sister or brother. First there were the veterans now are the soldiers on active duty. Sailors, Marines, Army, Reserves and National Guard all of their various colors, isn’t that a beauty. Many towns have these parades to celebrate success and beauty in all that we do. Keep your eyes and ears open there might be a parade coming nearby you. Written by E. Wayne Searles on 3 July 2012. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 109 [topic] => 21 [informant] => waynster [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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