JULY THE FOURTH
 
To celebrate July the Fourth
We pack the car and travel north.
With root beer cold, a frosty froth.
And Grandma's checkered tablecloth.

We've heard the woods are full of bear,
But, still we stop and picnic there.
The lake is cool and mirror-bright.
We frolic there with great delight.

And then, just when the sun goes down,
We all head right straight for town.
And there we watch a fireworks display
The perfect ending for Independence Day.

By Mariannajo

© 2008 Mariannajo (All rights reserved)

 

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