July 4, 2013
The tractor was loud, and
the air was hot.
The trailer, hooked to the back, was filled
with people I care about a lot.
Our skin was still sticky
from the heat of the day
but,
no matter the weather
you wanted to stay.
We drove up the road
to the spot
where we watch.
It’s one night you don’t want to miss.
The sky turned into swirls
of purples, blues, blacks.
The first one goes up
and the show has begun.
Look up and before your eyes
the colors explode
and light up the sky.
Another and another go
right in a row.
It didn’t matter
what time it was
you didn’t want to go.
It’s the fourth of July
and it’s the time to come
up to the mountains
and sit on this hill,
sit in this grass,
and watch the works.
It may not be soft
and it may not be perfect
but sitting on this field
makes my life.
It’s the one time I’m quite.
It’s the one time I’m still.
The air was filled
with laughter and cheers
as the fireworks began
to disappear.
The hour is done
as the last one goes up
exploding in colors
of reds, whites, blues.
This night is just perfect,
but there’s one thing that’s missing.
If I spent it with you
this night would be made,
so this year you’ll come up
and get to see
what this night means to me.