Robert Holland, “Time, Values and Ice Cream”
Born before the baby boom
as war drums raged cross distant waters – way
beyond my family’s lore since our 1600’s coming to this far off land
T’was a simple time as I grew tall.
Shucks! Uncle Sam really wanted you (so the posted said) – pride
in work, parades and proms, company picnics ‘tween eve’ns spent
with “suspense”, “the Shadow” and everybody’s “Our Miss Brooks”.
Good ole days in the summertime, indeed!… In
Yet, some nostalgia stayed ‘yond one’s grasp,
the ice cream place on Main – swivel stools, cozy booths, and sweet,
sweet smells with no sitting place for all of some of us.
Could only dream such humble pleasure. Sometimes, dear ‘Merica,
Much, so much has changed in twenty springs. Sputnik
no longer beeps so loud;
Bay of Pigs, Vietnam and contentions in Chicago…
come ‘n gone…
All that noise almost drowning out “One small step for a man…”
and “Willie, time to say good-bye to baseball.”
Confusing place, this melodious mix,
Now I sit by eyeing distant twilight,
Engineer and MBA,
smiling wide on M.L.K.’s day,
CEO of Cherry Garcia and Peace Pop’s fountain –
having not forgotten the forbidden seats of Sullivans’,
with miles to go before we sleep…
to get there.
Only in America!