An American Celebration Poem by Marilyn Lott

Celebrating the olden days
Smells wafting through the air
As food cooks on the campfire
For everyone to share

Folks dressed up in historic attire
Long dresses and western hats
Suspenders over broad shoulders
Long ago in the past is where it was at

Belts slung low on the hips
Weighted down with a gun
The sound of music in the air
Western music is what is sung

The façade of an old western town
Just like it was so long ago
A wonderful day and into evening
When the campfire began to glow

I hope someday you can visit
As you travel through to a destination
And put yourself in the past just once
At this great American celebration