Fourth Of July Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Hot summer sky weighing upon everyone's head gathered in
Wesley Bolin Park.

Awaiting predicted fireworks display, sitting, watching
people find a place to spread their blankets.

Listening to singer Patty Lovelace and the Diamond Rio Band
from the back edge of the park, at times not able to hear
what they were singing.

Drinking cool beverages, sitting together, amused by antics
of many small children.

At long last, nighttime fell upon us, bringing needed darkness
to begin the display in the sky above us.

Spectacular three-dimensional bursts of color over our heads,
filling every particle of memory with everlasting images.

Flying high into the atmosphere, reaching down from heaven,
touching our souls with many bursts of color.

Wonderfully lighting the sky, intermittently trading from
sparkle to spiral.

Fireworks only live once, that's why they have to cram it all
brilliantly into just a few seconds and then they're gone.