Every year as a child We'd go down to the mall Spread blankets on the new mown grass And watch the fires fall The display was not a large one For Tucson was quite small But on my father's shoulders And I felt Ten Feet Tall!
At dusk the fireworks began With blasts... staccato pops! We'd watch with awe the sparklers That would, as fat sparks, drop! It would get brighter and brighter still! It never seemed to stop!
The oohs and aahs of the crowd! The smell of grass fresh cut! Looking up! Exploding embers! My eyes never shut!
At last! The finale! What a fireworks display! We were tired at the end...
.... but it was a PERFECT DAY!
SoulSurvivor (C) 7/4/2016
I have nothing but happy memories the 4th of July. The state of the nation now saddens me. But for me this will always be a wonderful day!