Poetry Friday is hosted by Heidi Mordhorst @ my juicy little universe
It’s July 4th., and my town is getting ready for the festivities as it always does – big parade and even bigger fireworks.
All week long, residents have been lining the parade route with chairs of all sizes – even as predictions for thunderstorms have swirled about. We are, it seems, a village of optimists.
As I sip my morning coffee on our front porch, I see neighbors (coffee and bagel in hand) making their way to the parade route. Even through the skies are grey and gloomy, there is an air of festivity and anticipation. Some children have attached balloons (red, white, and blue – of course) to the wagons and bikes they ride. There was a storm last night, and the branch that the town promised to take care of last year has finally broken free. Unfortunately, it has come to rest across the mouth of our driveway, bringing down some cable wires. The town has promised to come by to take care of this,too.
It’s the Fourth of July – and I am happy (for the moment) to watch children racing to tag a good seat for the parade, to celebrate this day.
Of History and Hope – Miller Williams