I SEE MARQUETTE FIRST

I SEE MARQUETTE FIRST

Adams Jones

The end of a long journey or just a trip for groceries,
This childhood game will always remain in my memories.
As soon as grandpa made the turn at the twelve mile corner,
All our eyes were peeled, wanting to be the winner.

Cruising up and down the hills ready to burst,
That oh so familiar phrase “I See Marquette First!”
At the top of every hill I hoped it would come into view,
Collingwood Grain’s big white elevator of which we all knew.
Peering over the seat in front, were all our childhood faces.
This of course before seatbelts were required in all places.

Grandma may try to steer your attention with questions about school,
Usually causing distraction, as she is the champion still.
Arguments could ensue as many claimed the win,
Needing a referee, it was always grandpa who stepped in.

I find it odd these days when I claim to be the first see,
That my passenger has not a clue as to why I yell out with glee.
It seems not everyone has the need to quench their competitive thirst,
As those who rode in a Martin car and exclaimed, “I See Marquette First!”