Poem from Pen and Chalice (poetry group at school)

URBANA with Grandpa

People here, people there
people everywhere you see.
Hold tight the hand of granda,
best not to lose the way
weaving in and out
of the clamorouing sea.
"Look grandpa,
look at all the people!"
Twenty two, but still the thought
of grandpa send me back
to childhood again.

Starting to stress
so many people,
such a big place,
so easy to stress.

Stop in the middle
of the crowd,
take in a breath,
take in the moment.
Grandpa there,
in the middle
of the clamoring sea,
set on stool,
twinkle in eye,
sax in hand,
notes of The Old Rugged Cross
in the air.