A Post-Fourth of July Blog

Californians did not go gaga in buying those fireworks to celebrate the Fourth of July. They heeded the government's call for a safe and sane celebration. Hence, they did not only contribute to a lesser noise & air pollution; they also have freed emergency rooms from firework-related accidents.

Even though there only were few pyromaniacs in the streets and yards, Fourth of July did not lost its candor. People's attention were brought back to the olden days when parade and music were at the fore, and competitions were wholesome (not determined as to who could launch the loudest and prettiest fireworks in the neighborhood). People's anticipation of the fireworks display by professional pyrotechnicians were at its highest. It was the night when I immensely enjoyed the real beauty of the fireworks on the Fourth of July. With thanksgiving and inspiration, this poem transpired last night.

A JOYOUS FOURTH OF JULY

Dehiscence appeared so high in the sky.
Kettles of popcorn, they're crackling so loud.
Palm trees shaping and glittering like gold;
Colors from nowhere then coated the world.

Appear, Oh Pele, the goddess of fire.
And bless those pyros! Amuse those who've life.
Enjoy the sight! Men with mouth opened-wide
'Oh's' and 'ahs' exclaimed, as they watch the flames.

Flares fell so slow like trinkets of gold
They die and melt as some rustled and swooshed
Evolved to excite those wide-opened eyes
Then, dropping again... what beautiful sight!

Fourth of July is now past and gone
Now, Pele can rest and think for the next.
An awesome revue of flares zooming high
'New Year is next!' And Pele said, 'Aye!'

by: edmund melig industan (July 4, 2008)