We all came along to the Easter parade <br />The girls with their bonnets and men with their plaids <br />And the children with baskets of chocolate eggs <br />And mothers home cooking for a family spread <br /> <br />We walked to the field where the old hayloft stands <br />With music being played by The Pioneer Band <br />Where granma and granpa caught many a glance <br />Blazing a trail at the festival dance <br /> <br />And the pie competition was drama indeed <br />As the judge said the winner was his little niece <br />And the Reverend stepped in to calm down all the fuss <br />“Today is for Jesus, Not pies, And not us” <br /> <br />Young men being boisterous sought some attention <br />From girls who quite simply just wanted affection <br />And avoiding their mothers, slipped quietly away <br />for the first teenage kiss of the Easter parade.<br /><br />Charles M. Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-easter-parade/
