Festivities pull the cork on the champagne,
Opening up the bubbles stored below.
Rising, laughing, dancing as they go,
They burst upon the palate like sweet rain.
Years pass like songs repeating a refrain,
Festivals that mark the tuneful flow
In verses that voice well what all well know,
Verities that life and love sustain.
Each anniversary is like a wave
Yielding to the uplift of the shore,
Ending in a rush of froth and foam.
Again, again, the sea gives what it gave,
Returning, turning yet again for more,
Singing 'cross the well-worn sands of home.