The
4th of July and national pride
Is
on parade once again
A
marching band playing Sousa songs
The
military mothball brigade
Walks
slowly by and waves
An
ever-decreasing number
Motionless
hot summer air
Tree-top
high cicadas drone
Lemonade
stands and trips to the beach
Sweat
and suntan lotion
And
spilled sticky treats
Festival
fireworks fly brightly across the sky
All
temporary as ripples on the water
And
forgotten just as readily
i love this poem as its so visual I can see the march smell the sun lotions treats feel the sticky heat and then the sadness of those who march aged .. its a wonderful poem b ;))
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