To the Sand Dunes

To the Sand Dunes With the moon as competition, A sack full of sky rockets, We kids will bring fruition. Firecrackers and dirt devils, Sparklers and flares, Sand in our shoes, Sand in our hair. Swinging a sky rocket, We just felt grown up, And if we got the colored kind, We’d squeal and jump and jump. Didn’t know much about Independence and freedom then, Just what we learned in school And flags flying in the wind. On the rolling sand dunes In another far away land, Our loved ones shot real fireworks, Where there was no marching band. I love them for it forever And I always will, But my 4th of July memories Are on the tops of those sandy hills.