Happiness soars like
The wind blows the
Hair of people. Flags
Flap vigorously in
The town square
For all to look at
While holding on
To their hats. They
Are happy.
Tag: holding on
Charge!
Doesn’t that man
On the horse holding
The sword up in the
Air ever get tired of
Holding it up?
Wordman of Alcatraz 