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Robert Lindner
This May, my Grandaughter,Talia
Will graduate from Cornell.
May is also her birthday month.
And the birthday of my younger son.
And it was mother's day.
Which brought me to the song of May
From Camelot which was on Broadway
When we were in high school
And so here is my song:
Tra la! It's May!
It’s finally too hot,
Which is perhaps better than when it’s not.
“The lusty month of May!
That gorgeous holiday,
A libelous display!”
That puts me in the mind of Camelot,
Which began on Broadway
When I was beginning to find my way
Through high school. I was young
When those new songs were sung,
And they found me among
Those students going blissfully astray,
Looking for myself, in
A future that was about to begin.
And here I am and May
Is hot. “It’s wild! It’s gay!”
The song goes on to say.
And I can’t help, but recall where I’ve been
And where I was in a
Time that is now a distant yesterday
When Camelot was fun
Singing “wholesome or “un”
On stage for a long run
With Julie Andrews and Robert Goulet
And Richard Burton’s King
Arthur was there, as Guinevere would sing
Tra la! It’s May! As I
Shall do today. In my
Poetry. As I try
To find words for love and for everything
That comes with May. Like a
Birthday or two or more, and Mother’s Day.
A congratulation
For a graduation
And birthday of my son
With songs from Camelot, my yesterday,
My high school history,
With Jack and Jackie. We’d like them to be
Here. But the past is gone.
The future has passed on,
From dawn to dusk to dawn
And May has come again in its lusty
Way. The time for ev'ry
Frivolous whim. Proper or "im." And we
Can be free to engage
In what the current rage
Is. Or just act our age.
But what fun, wholesome or “un” would that be?
So here is my song for
My granddaughter’s birthday and a few more
May days with special things.
Like when Guinevere sings,
“Tra La! It’s May!” That brings
Me to Talia, Tra la! And times before
My graduation from
College, when songs of Camelot would come
Into my history.
It was 1960.
There was Jack and Jackie.
It was before the country became glum,
Like in the song, “What do
The simple folk do?” That means me and you
Today and yesterday.
Gone “Blissfully astray.”
Again, “Tra la! It’s May!”
Tra la for Talia, my granddaughter, who
Will graduate this May
From Cornell just after her May birthday.
So here’s to Camelot
And May, when it got hot
When it was cold a lot
This spring. So it’s time for a holiday
“Tra La!” I’ll celebrate
My granddaughter, Talia, who’ll graduate.
This May. And here we are.
It is a bit bizarre,
But in the sky a star
Would come out when the super moon, the great
Flower moon comes out of
May skies. The super moon that shined above
Until the eclipse came
And changed the full moon’s name
To blood moon, red with shame,
Till total eclipse, like my song with love,
For everything this May.
“Tra la! It’s May!” “That gorgeous holiday”
That 1960’s tune,
With super flower moon,
But soon it will be June.
That’s my song for May. What else can I say?
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Kathy
