Independence Day Poem by Jone Guo

Independence Day
Not the roses that fill the shops
Not the bouquets
Dyed red and blue
No. Not the plastic stars and stripes
Held in those vases

I will roam into the wilderness
Into the blooming meadow
Spreading over fields and hills
One black vehicle of a shining spirit
Driving through the city and
Broader daylight
A brush dipped with ample black color
Stroking across the canvas

Independence Day，4th of July,
Unfolding like a great book at the middle
Summer's prime begins
Those daisies are in their ultimate blossom
For their white, yellow and reddish brown
After that the ocean, in its deep hue
A flag fluttering

Independence Day
I bend down to collect my first daisy
Where the seas end
Land starts