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The Fifth of July

The noise is over now
celebrants nurse their foolishness
a small dog peeks out from under a bed
children sleep fitfully above.
Ah, the Fifth of July
battle strewn lawns show evidence
of our independence.
The acrid scent of fireworks lingers
mingled in wisps of fading smoke.
Birds warily peek from the trees.
“The Spirit of Seventy Six”
awakening from freedom’s festival.

John G. Lawless

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Date: 7/30/2019 1:49:00 PM
Just lovely to read. Its been a while I have been here and I am happy not to regret flipping through some lines of which yours are part of them... Great craft, lovely message.
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