Friday, July 4, 2014

Independence Day

When I was a kid,
it never rained on Independence Day.
Ice cream didn't melt.
Burgers didn't burn.
Mama made left turns in traffic
without swearing.

The fair rides were free -
no lines.
The bathrooms were clean -
no lines.
The band stayed in tune -
glorious fine,
and the fireworks were water fire
lasting forever.

For Margaret's prompt at Real Toads

16 comments:

Fireblossom said...

Independence Day may be my least favorite holiday now, but I have some really nice memories of childhood 4ths, and this brought them back. Airbrushed or not, they're nice memories to have.

Hannah said...

So cool, Mama Zen!! We mused on the same piece - the water fire...I had thought of fireworks at first too but abandoned bringing that aspect in...I'm glad I did because your version rocks!! Well done!

Sylvia K said...

Ah, this rocks indeed, MZ!! A perfect toast to the great 4ths of yesterday! Enjoy your day!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Everything glows and glistens when one remembers childhood. Your poem took me back there and it was a lovely trip.

Gail said...

Well done. My Granny's birthday was the fifth so we always had a family crowd on the fourth.

Lolamouse said...

This brought back many memories of childhood 4th of Julys. It does seem that everything was better "back in the day." The noise from the fireworks never gave me migraines back then either!

Arushi Ahuja said...

Happy Independence Day MZ... :)

Brian Miller said...

i must have missed the free fair rides...but i do know you did not need a 2nd mortgage to go like you do now...

we had some pretty cool bands last night though.

blueoran said...

Perhaps our salvation is that memories refuse to burn on the grill. Here's to all the poured fire, may it never wash away.

Sioux said...

I hate this holiday (too much noise) but I did love it when I was a kid.

The refraining from swearing...that's the hard part these days.

Jim said...

Thanks for the memories, Mom Z, (you forgot my favorite, the Hot Dog)! Oh yes, and I hadn't noted that things have changed. Perhaps they did when I was in mid-life but I don't remember any of that.
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Margaret said...

I really can't tell you how many ways I love this poem. Yes, I still wait for "summer" to feel like it did when I was a child, for holidays to have that "magic'. Just awesome write.

Kerry O'Connor said...

As personal as this poem feels to the reader, it still taps into the human condition, and seems a poem for everyone to relate to on one level or another.

grapeling said...

cool ~

Gabriella said...

We have glorious childhood memories. You pictured it very cleverly.

Susie Clevenger said...

What beautiful memories...I never saw fireworks as a child..it was just another day in the woods.