Journal Iii - July 4th
JOURNAL III – July
4th
At 6:00 in the
morning
The firecrackers are
popping
Every kid in the
neighborhood has a
few packages
So do I
The big red salutes
will blow a tin can
20 feet high
These babies will
also blow off
fingers
The zebra I lit and
held too long
Made my whole hand
numb and hurt a lot
I was lucky
I was scarred
but little else
The explosives seen
in the news from
Iraq
are something
else
Frightening! – will
I escape the
devastation
these last
few?
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2014
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