Picnic Day

Written
2006

 Picnic Day 

So you would like to live

         in this quaint little village of Davis?

We would love to have you here

         and promise you many great things.

Once a year you will have a picnic and parade -

         and what a parade!

Bands and floats

         and bicycles galore.

Antique tractors

         with creaking iron tracks.

Cheerleaders and clowns

         on tall one- wheel bicycles.

Balloons everywhere,

         cotton candy and loud horns.

But to old-timers, like me,

         the real parade is the 75,000

         watching the parade.

They sit, move and stand three deep for blocks,

         waiting for hours

         as the marching bands play someplace close.

Many move up and down the street

         as if they too are on parade.

And they are a most diverse audience.

Equally varied are the dogs

         brought to enjoy the outing. 

There is not a size, color or breed of dog

         that is not represented.

And figure it out,

         if there are 75,000 people,

         close to half will be male.

And half of those will have on

         a tee shirt

         with a message.

The parade- watchers become signboards

         for a national sampling

         of sports teams, politics and beers.

Named beers suggest a possible sampling a day

         without repeat for eternity.

The recent election is advertised

         without any shirt favoring a loser.

And when the street parade arrives,

      a cacophony suggests that really

         the parade participants pass to view the crowd.        

The viewers are why I go to the parade

         and go so early.

Once a year I get to see what is cool

         in this quaint village.

All this and a picnic, too.

Doug Minnis 2006? 

 

 

 

 

 

So you would like to live

         in this quaint little village of Davis?

We would love to have you here

         and promise you many great things.

Once a year you will have a picnic          and parade -

         and what a parade!

Bands and floats

         and bicycles galore.

Antique tractors

         with creaking iron tracks.

Cheerleaders and clowns

         on tall one- wheel bicycles.

Balloons everywhere,

         cotton candy and loud horns.

But to old-timers, like me,

         the real parade is the 75,000

         watching the parade.

They sit, move and stand three deep for blocks,

         waiting for hours

         as the marching bands play someplace close.

Many move up and down the street

         as if they too are on parade.

And they are a most diverse audience.

Equally varied are the dogs

         brought to enjoy the outing.

 

 

There is not a size, color or breed of dog

         that is not represented.

And figure it out,

         if there are 75,000 people,

         close to half will be male.

And half of those will have on

         a tee shirt

         with a message.

The parade- watchers become signboards

         for a national sampling

         of sports teams, politics and beers.

Named beers suggest a possible sampling a day

         without repeat for eternity.

The recent election is advertised

         without any shirt favoring a loser.

And when the street parade arrives,

      a cacophony suggests that really

         the parade participants pass to view the crowd.        

The viewers are why I go to the parade

         and go so early.

Once a year I get to see what is cool

         in this quaint village.

All this and a picnic, too.

 

 

 

 

Notes
In 2013 I missed the first Picnic Day Parade in the many years I have lived here(1959). The year before 2012 is the first time I fell. No repeat of that one.