Memorial weekend Saturday,
Flowery boulevards are drenched in sunlight.
An Ice-cream truck pulls to the curb
For a happy, smiling, little girl
And then extends his Stop Sign;
Cars moving in both directions
Halt in a summer-like parade
And await the young child
To make her selection.
She pays for her ice-cream
And then cautiously looks both ways
Before crossing the street.
Every driver feels beautiful inside
To see the little blonde girl
Go home safely and excitedly with her ice-cream,
And inwardly express a thought-prayer
That everyone remain
Innocent and unharmed in this life.
4: 10PM 5-24-08
Uriah Hamilton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-it-was-also-bob-dylan-s-birthday/
