Robby Burnsâ€™s Hat
Crusty snow beneath our boots
as we watch a limber young poet
scamper atop the McPherson Legacy.
Once settled between Robbyâ€™s legs,
he takes the beret — the same one
they used last year —
and balances it on top of Robbyâ€™s head.
The last time, it was up there a week before
a less young, but no less limber, poet
found the beret at the base of the Legacy
and rescued it from oblivion, restoring
the cap to its place of honor twelve months later.
And so it goes, year after year, in honor
of the man who started it all, and who
made the trail through the snow that we follow.