Two Hundred Eighty-Eight

snap, crackle and pop,

the firecrackers ignite the

attention of the

parade watchers since the sounds

of sirens and drums are far

off still but coming

in turtle motion

and the crowd stands for the post,

the American Legion,

nine gun salute and

holding the colors,

the red, the white and the blue,

the band in yellow shirts play

the happy anthems

while the shriners ride

around on four wheelers in

goofy, random patterns and

the candy is thrown out

to the kids to eat

and seven shriners pass by

on a bike seating seven,

fire and rescue trucks

sound off their town pride,

the volunteer, the rural,

the aging and the modern

and down the long route

children catch objects,

the sugar rush will be on,

and the ambulence service

cries loudly for them,

the golden class in

the mood to celebrate loud

and New Holland boys in blue

show us war machines,

and the women on

ponies show the spirit while

the miscellaneous towns

show up in their cars

of muscle and boats

of air and vintage tractors,

the nun with the sick children,

class of seventy-two,

and right down the line,

the participants show their

American spirit and

American pride,

they say the Fourth of July,

happy Birthday to us!

Reviews

[Brad]

i can smell the beer, barbecue and sulfur in the air

[Kenneth The Poet]

Good stuff. Good stuff indeed. Thanks, Brad.