Bam Boom Bam Boom Boom Boom Boom Bam Bam!
The neighbors behind us have been celebrating the 4th of July
Since the twenty-second of June
Today is July fifth.
We had hoped they might be out of fireworks
No such luck.
Bam Boom Bam Boom Boom Boom Boom Bam Bam!
It sounds like two bottle rockets just exploded on our roof.
How many more fireworks could they have?
This has been going on two to four hours a night for over a week!
an empty heart
the chocolates
all gone
Published in Bottle Rockets Press #46
Posted on February 5, 2021
What the obituary doesn’t say & I want to remember is how you were a family leader making our breakfasts, driving us to school, and graduating college.
What the obituary doesn’t say & I want to remember are the bottle rockets fights, kicking the can, riding the lawnmower, sleeping in the boat's cuddy cabin, the skipping of Sunday school by entering the cave above the dam in our Sunday best.
What the obituary doesn’t say & I want to remember are all the stories you told or that were told about you from the funny to the obscene and even to the obnoxious.
What the obituary doesn’t say & I want to remember is the character, the laugh, and the life of you.
The year is half over, today is the 30th of June.
The first half of this year went by pretty soon.
In just a few days, we'll celebrate the 4th of July.
Firecrackers will pop and bottle rockets will soar into the sky.
Because of this damn Coronavirus, America has been gripped with fear.
I certainly hope that things will get better during the second half of this year.
SUMMER MYSTERY--
Summer time wishes;
Ice cream cooks upon the grill;
Bags of ice in cooler;
Raw hot dogs in water;
Ants are all excited;
Summer mystery;
Just what does it mean?
Bottle rockets, fireworks 4th of July;
Summer time wishes;
Potato salad;
Watermelon brew;
Hamburgers made from pig, oink
Summer mystery;
Just what does it mean?
Bottle rockets, fireworks 4th of July;
Sack races in boxes;
Cats chasing frogs;
Dogs eating fries I’m excited;
Dirty lake water;
Children holler;
What’s the use?
Running to and fro up and down the hills they go..
Must be summer;
Summer mystery;
Just what does it mean?
Bottle rockets, fireworks 4th of July;
6/24/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
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Better don your leather chaps it's going to be a rough one
Pack extra roll caps into your Six Gun
Ask for double shots to compliment your Starbucks
All that's left now is to wish you good luck
Bring an extra pack of Bottle Rockets if you have them
Monkey wrench and needle nose pliers if you can find some
This could read as the last page to the final chapter
In what we anticipate as the Happily Ever After
Do all you can do to bring the water balloons
A cassette if you could of your favorite Show Tunes
Add extra sugar in your Slurpee from the 7-11
This ain't going to be easy is what I am guessing
Get a tight grip on your Thingamajig
Loosen the top on the Pickle jar lid
We're about to go through another life lesson
Which ain't nothing new if I was a man betting
Pack your bags for another day in the life
Extra padding would help for the bumpy ride
Think we've thunk of it all there's no more to say
We're now more than ready for another day
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