Feels Like A Saturday
A reverence for the 60's, those years I think of most,
feels like a Saturday, in this nostalgic mind journey,
the Cowsills song, "Flower Girl,"
their purity of smiles, of song,
young American days of applause,
another dream streams,
of youth, running in a field with
so many wild daisies and lavender,
so much turbulence and change
in the America of Walt Disney,
and the Mickey Mouse Club.
Feels like a Saturday, my siblings,
we spent so many Saturdays in
the oblivious freedom kids enjoy,
riding shiny Schwinn bicycles,
as the Beatles' hit song, "Hard Days Night,"
on the teenage neighbors transistor radio
carried to our delighted ears,
my siblings' and our youth,
well, its given way to gray.
Feels like a Saturday, though America
has become angry again,
Mike, I remember our early days,
of the 80's,
I was pregnant and we had the
souls of seafaring Navy sailors-
and I sing the, "Navy Hymn",
imagining us holding hands again,
but, I awake, and still you sleep
in the slumber of the dreams of