The Muse is Loose

Can you believe I missed a high school class reunion this last week-end? It was simply too many miles at this particular time. It was the FIFTY-EIGHTH reunion. Good grief! I am not even that old! I heard from an old classmate. (I use that word "old" literally) It was Dr. Edwin Coffman.
Eddie read a poem I had written for an earler reunion. Sad to say I don't even remember it. I do remember a near tornado coming about the time I was to pray the invocation. It knocked out the PA. While we waited I scribbled out this poem on the program. It is amazing what a near-death experience does for inspiration. Anyway, I missed seeing the able survivors of the Class of 1950 of Fort Smith Senior High school. I almost wish I was doing it again. I could drive my truck to school instead of riding my Western Flyer. It doesn't work that way. We move on down the trail...or up. I hope this wasn't Black Monday. We shall see.