Ridge Run

 I always struggle with expressing myself on Memorial Day weekend. This year I finally wrote a poem I liked about the holiday:

Heartrending holiday -
Summer comes rolling in,
The days turn sweet and warm,
We picnic and we play,
But somewhere a bell is tolling:
They died in uniform.

My usual activity for Memorial Day, since the early 80s, has been to run a local neighborhood race, and then to watch some of the parade on Longwood Drive. But, while waiting at Ridge Park for the parade, I had a mishap.

I lost my glasses in the grass,
After the run.
Somebody found them. Thank you! Thank you!
You’re number one!