Fireworks
On our nations day of birth, this year, I celebrate what we once were.
And wondrous heroes that endured some way...
Or did not and just stopped being.
An orange hurricane and his ever Christian gang are blowin' what was, all away.
This storm ain't stoppin' any time soon.
Fasten your seat belts...we're in for a bumpy ride.
Ramblings. The 4th of July was my favorite day of the year. We always had a party, a big party. We had a fabulous circle of friends and our back yard was a happening place. We had burgers and hot dogs on the grill and the dining room table was filled with the side dishes which I made and others brought. And drinking, lots of drinking. Mostly beer, but a few had a preferred beverage. When we were really young, we took our blankets down to the fence for the fireworks, We liked to be close enough to feel the earth move and smell the gun powder! As we got older, we watched from a second story porch. This year, I dreaded it. Sarah insisted on doing something but I sat in the house and sulked. I wanted the few people who were here to go away. The election did a real number on me and every day there is a new shock to my system. I've been reading extensively about Russia, the hacking, and manipulating the election. I was sceptical from the beginning and I'm now convinced that there was no interference with the election. But whenever I have so much as alluded to such, I'm pummeled from all sides! Nevertheless, I am confident that I will be vindicated!! Too many people jump to a conclusion before all the facts are in and the dust has settled.
ReplyDeleteThis year, like you, I was in no celebratory mood. So, I was left with a celebration of what once was and the dreams that never became real. Thanks for your memories, Lucy.
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