... the sun sizzles in the sky above,
adding more red to the white and blue
of patriotism.  The barest
hint of a breeze lifts the colors high;
the honor guard holding them will not
let them fall.  Children and their parents
hello their neighbors across the way.
Four military jets from the base
north of here shake the ground with thunder's
roar; sirens cut through it, announcing
the start of the parade.  The bands and
floats begin their march down Johnson Street:
this, how we start the Fourth of July
where I live, in Burleson, Texas.
Won't be until later on in the
evening when we'll end things with a bang.  :)

(c) 2008, Karla Dorman (7/2)