Waking
from a deep, restful slumber,
bogs
of fog wove through the mist.
Bugs
swatted, leaving behind slimy matter.
Smell
of bacon wafted from the campsites.
Children
laughing, playing with toys,
riding
bicycles and pulling wagons .
Trailers
pulled by diesel engines.
Clowns
telling jokes, freely bantering.
Skin
tan from the summer sun.
Assemble
to watch war heroes marching.
School
bands playing loudly for their audience,
ignoring the sweat
gathering on their brows.
Stoic
statues stand picturesque in the park.
Masses
file through crowded streets,
to
go to summer parties, paid by the reap
of
this year’s earnings.
Is
it sane to bane, what a sham, or is it?
A
row of vendors selling their wares,
musicians
citing words from favored songs.
Uncle
Don’s delicious homemade pies.
Aunt
Donna said it’s time to grill,
Potato
salad, beans, bratwurst, and hot dogs.
Cousins
pat and form the burgers.
Corn
on the cob, wrapped in foil.
Feeling
like fatted hogs, eating heartily.
Sitting
around with family, memories cherished.
Find
the core, turn the page, dear ones caring.
Laid
on the grassy knoll, staring upward intently.
Brightly
colored fireworks, smoke lingers.
It’s
time to quit and call it a day.
Before
retiring, enjoyed Diary Queen treats.
Another
4th of July celebrated in the beautiful
town
of Munising.
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