Fourth Of July Day Of The Heroes - Poem by Mary Naylor
While trees dance and bend in the dark,
Folds of black velvet, robe the night,
As on a carousel of light, it embarks,
Under a shimmering canopy of starry delight.
Do you hear celestial music deep inside,
Like a violin using your soul for a bow,
Spilling trembling notes of joys and sighs;
You smile and weep, yet the music still flows!
The shore lays like parchments of old.
I press my palms to the creamy beach;
And see freedom's words scribed in heroes' blood.
Stretching across the stained sands, for freedom I reach.
I look up at the exploding skies,
And I hear the crackles and the booms,
The shouts and laughter and happy cries,
And, then, I see heroes' faces, loom in the fumes.
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