Memories of a Christmas in July

The dignified gentleman

 

with the fatherly growl

 

was everybody’s uncle.

 

 

 

He saw us through conflicts

 

and shared our weariness with one.

 

He saw us through storms

 

both human and natual

 

in stern but comforting tones.

 

 

 

He blinked back tears

 

as the news from Dallas

 

made us weep.

 

 

 

Oh, but there was that summer day

 

in the Florida sun,

 

when he seemed infected with the fever

 

that gives little boys insomnia on Dec. 24

 

 

 

As the great colossus prepared

 

to rip away from earth,

 

taking men to the moon,

 

as the countdown approached liftoff,

 

The Voice of Authority became part little boy,

 

marveling hat a wish was coming true .

 

 

 

“Oh boy!”

 

In the great voice’s body,

 

an awestruck youngster thrilled at

 

the great adventure about to unfold.

 

 

 

Did a part of him go into the stars

 

and land with the Eagle?

 

And that’s the way it was.

 

Walter Cronkite was born 100 years ago today. This tribute focuses on his reaction to the first manned landing on the moon in 1969, which he took a keen interest in.

 

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