A TRIBUTE by David J. Wasserstein
O say can you see by the dawn’s early light
What descended on Whitland all through the night?
It was coming along to the fourth of July,
And the spirits of all the citizens were high!
Another year and another day of celebration
To feast the independence of our nation.
The summer was in highest gear
For here was yet another year.
The weather too was playing its part
And entering fast into each one’s heart.
The heat was lower than we could remember
It was not of July but rather November.
Humidity was there almost none
Despite the fierceness of the sun.
The preparations had all been made
A feast was made and also a parade.
They called the mayor – he said he would come
The band, the children too – in sum
All Whitland – every girl and boy
Made plans to feel enormous joy.
We went to bed on Wednesday the Third
The weather forecast none had heard.
But when we awoke on our sacred day
We thought we were going to have to pray
For during the night with all its might
Rain poured down and created a plight.
All was wet, few dared go out
To face the rain and sing and shout
To hail the day and dance along
To join our hands in feast and song.
We walked along our long straight street
With dampened heads and soaking feet,
And saw the folks of our festive Committee
And all we could feel inside was pity,
For they had worked for months on end
In order a message to all to send.
Yet for now the rain put a damper on all
All was washed out, we felt a pall.
But say, what comes but a mail from Denise!
We read it in fear, but we feel a release –
The feast will go on! Rain cannot diminish us.
The feast will go on! The day is too serious.
A hurray along Whitland for all who so gave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Photos by Bob Duthie