Treasure Island

Theresa Ann Moore

(1940 / Michigan, U.S.A.)

July Memories


It was the Forth of July
fireworks with rocket sounds
were brightening the dark sky

Small children drew circles
in the air with hot tipped wires
spraying snapping stars

Sparklers were thrown into the air
falling to earth with a curved decent
mimicking the plunge of comets

Landing upon dry grass
quickly starting a spreading fire
frantically feet began to stomp

Putting out crackling flames
extinguished by hot soles
hearts were rapidly pounding

Nervous laughter erupted
after an impromptu effort
resembling a pow-pow dance...

11/3/09

Submitted: Tuesday, November 03, 2009

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