Muster Dreams
I drove to work this morning
with dew upon my windows
and a crackling in the air
Brisk was this morning
as if it were October
mid-October, not late July
The bluest of blue skies
reigned over me like God's good wishes
I parked my car behind the milk truck
that waited for me, every Monday, to arrive
as sure as the Son did rise
I waved at the driver
but he was catching an Octoberish nap
I walked across the street, and up the steps
placed my key into the church door
opened it and turned around
to thank God for such a wonderful day
Locking the door behind me, I walked into the church.
As I passed the center aisle, the sun glinted across the crucifix
as it might have done on the edge of a sword
of a good knight on a crusade
"Yes" said my heart, and silently... my lips echoed!
Then down the steps into the hall
where my little kitchen dwells
through the hall my footsteps resounded
like a dancer on an empty, wooden stage
I opened the hall door, stepped into the foyer
and unlocked the wrought iron gates
The day had been christened.
I climbed the short stairway to the street
lit a cigarette
shut my eyes and dreamed...
of October
Part 2
I got out of bed early
that October morning
but not quite enough
to win the early bird contest
My love was already up, and in the shower
I got dressed, grabbed my camera
and walked across the Emmitsburg road
I said hello to some old friends
the Pennsylvania boys of bronze and stone
Therein, I fell into the dream within the dream
Part 3
The road, that only moments earlier, was devoid of traffic
was now bustling with activity
there were old friends, new friends
smiles and handshakes
hugs and kisses
nametags awarded
Picnic tables appeared, and were soon covered with pizzas
and hoagies
Texas met New York
California came to Pennsylvania... to stay
while New Jersey, Massachusetts, Georgia, Florida,
Indiana, Rhode Island, Maine, Kansas and even Europe
came to visit
Songs were sung
silly and serious
poems and limericks
were remembered and newly written
Tales of Sickles, Longstreet and Buford were bandied
maps that pointed to the holy places
were spread everywhere
people were everywhere
joy was everywhere
But something was missing.
Where were the "Zonies"?
I found myself clicking my heals
and saying...
There's no friends like Zonies
There's no friends like Zonies
There's no friends like Zonies
"BUBS", shouted the milkman,
bringing me back to reality
"you need to sign for this"!
Time to go to work
This page was last updated on: October 28, 2001