Fireworks

We gape at the sky this Fourth of July, as rockets ignite to deal us delight, while strangers unite. I’m such a dope, it gives me hope that Nations torn can be reborn. Let God’s gifts heal our rifts, our esprit. Let’s pray we stay free. July 4, 2022 Diminished Hexaverse Poetry Contest Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger

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Sara Kendrick

Date: 3/5/2023 2:26:00 AM

Reads like a good contender to me for the contest. Way to go. We don't know what the future holds and will issue out for our country. Sara

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 7/26/2022 2:49:00 PM

All this division of pitting one side against the other I believe is having the opposite effect. It is actually bringing each side closer to God. Our nation was born and freed by the war of independence. Let us celebrate and keep it that way. A Fave and a wonderful poem my friend. Blessings xxoo

Eric Cohen
Date: 7/27/2022 1:09:00 PM

So glad to hear you like this. Thanks.

Paghunda Zahid

Date: 7/25/2022 12:11:00 PM

Amin to that... Very well penned... Blessings

Eric Cohen
Date: 7/25/2022 12:21:00 PM

Thanks, Paghunda.

John Watt

Date: 7/9/2022 10:01:00 PM

Eric, it's good to once again partake of your magical poetic touch. I think this is a great message for July 4th; like you, I am a dope with hope. All my best ~ John

Eric Cohen
Date: 7/10/2022 6:11:00 PM

No one here but us dopes. Thanks for the visit and all the best to you, too, John.