Sunday, November 15, 2015


                    Two hours on Saturdays with Garrison
                    On radio, his Prairie Home Companion,
                    Completes your week, feeds your humanity
                    By ringing in the spirit of sanity.

                    With songs and skits and stories to engage
                    You and regale you from Fitzgerald’s stage,
                    He’ll take you thence to his Lake Wobegon
                    Whose weekly news will never make you yawn
                    But rather wish, and wistfully, that you
                    Had come from such a place and it were true.

                    That he’ll be soon retiring is more
                    Than sad, a situation to deplore—
                    When Wobegon is gone, our prairie home,
                    Where then will our imaginations roam?