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JULY 4TH

I hate to say it    but
“In the old days –
        (will all the ancient folk ever tire of retelling?)
July 4th was a big BIG day!
Up at crack-of-dawn    if you were a kid
With red salutes
           4 inches round
                                 6 inches long
You could blow a tin can as high as the phone wires
Bounce torpedoes off the neighbor’s brick garage

Few ever complained because most everyone was doing it
Except for Hattie and Maude
            two ancient sisters who lived behind their broken 
                down    green     board fence
They complained – said the kids collapsed their stupid
        broken down    green    board fence
          (which everyone knew had been leaning for years)
 ‘Done it with them there awful fire crackers’ said Maude
‘You better believe it!’ said Hattie

At night the little ones were out on the front lawns
    whirling sparklers    clear on down the block

The city sky was a riot of showering colors 
                                             clear on downtown
And the NOISE!
If there’s been a band around
    Sousa’s Stars and Stripes Forever would’ve drowned
No    it was one continuous canons blasting –
                       the end of 1812 

Around about 10: P.M.     just after dark
The little ones    spent    and in spite of the noise
Dropped onto their beds    too tired to even undress

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