Life’s Pageantry
What gives to life its pleasantry?
Its wonder and its pageantry,
The sound a child his footfall makes,
A flight of geese cross frozen lakes.
Ten thousand field flow’rs in the wind,
A groom his boutonniere just pinned,
Or springtime garden’s plotted loam,
Now trip to grandpa; grandma’s home.
True blessings in this life we see,
Though rich or poor the best are free,
Each birthday cake with candles blown,
Brings joys of life with all we’ve known.
Peter Lowell Paulson
January 22, 2013
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