Fireworks
With booms and wheezes
The fireflies it teases
With sizzles and cracks
We remember our anger of tax
With smoke and lights
We remember our rights
Children scream with fear and joy
This is greater than any toy
We hope with all this sound
Nothing will burn to the ground
With the sky ablaze
Even the stars glaze
With red and green
Filled with its mighty sheen
And orange and white
That makes my heart feel tight
And with blue and teal
Which reminds me of my zeal
And with purple and gold
My awe is sold
And all other colors, old and new
I will always see the red, white, and blue
Copyright © Trapper Jones | Year Posted 2025
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