By Darrell Larson

A lonesome train whistle wails in the dark of the night

a graduation picture that just wasn’t right

Roy Rodgers and Gene on the radio waves

Obscure photo’s of kin…was that Roger or Dave?

 

Crusader Rabbit on TV so snowy

Liberace and Berle both were so showy

Fury’s and Mustangs were the cars of their time

Mine was a Chevy, hardly sublime.

 

White bucks and saddle shoes covered our feet

They helped us rock to Elvis’s beat

A most popular song was from Percy Faith

A dreamy and slow “Theme From a Summer Place.”

 

There was a Tower upstairs where we’d dance and we’d strut

impressing the girls as we sucked in our gut

Then there was George’s next door with the pie’s

Sammy’s was good, but George took the prize.

 

Dragging Main Street with our wheels so bright

All cars in a row…my what a sight!

Up Main and down Oakland to First where we’d been

Back to Main Street and do it again.

 

There was Mantle and Yogi and aYankee named Roger

They all played the Series with the tough Brooklyn Dodgers

That was the year the Twins came from D.C. to our state

We Camillio and Earl as battery mates.

 

At home we played football or baseball…some basketball too

We weren’t all that good, we had nothing to prove

Jobs were aplenty if you wanted to work

Woolworths was always in need of a good soda jerk.

 

I met my prize on Senior Skip Day

We still have each other as we continue to gray.

That wasw by far the best day of my life

Except when I asked her to be my dear wife.

 

We’ve been through a lot as we went year by year

Sweet memories abound…most are still clear.

I can’t wait for tomorrow to start memories anew

Memories to last ‘til I say adieu.