Wow. . .something in my eye...
Originally Posted by Speedy
Okay, if we're gonna do a Ronnie Redux, I'm gonna post something.
The poncianas bear their gay red coats
The soldiers line up in neat rows
and we still mourn though this day was promised long ago
Wind blows strange
carrying hymns I cannot understand
deserved pomp;final circumstance
the lingering death of a man
A march played for the last time
as soliders carry a mahogany box-
knowing the load borne on their shoulders
was a leader who loved them much.
The wind blows, the poncianas shed
the blooms that is their crown.
And those were the things that I saw
When Reagan last entered Washington.
(Yes, I wrote this)