Meredith, New Hampshire, 2009
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Poem by: ellsn11
It’s a hot day to be a tourist on the 4th of July
The honking cars are backed up for miles
The dusk is falling on this tourist trap
The white, spotless gazebo looks out over
Lake Winnipesaukee’s black water and the
White boats contrast the water they bob in
Me and three suntanned friends tumble out
Of Jordan’s golden Saturn (her name is Isabel)
Bee-h and I walk ahead of Jordan and Max,
Sipping Mountain Dew out of green cans, our flip flops thwacking
On broken pieces of cement
We find the softest patch of grass, and lay out a blanket (mint green and fuzzy)
We sit on our cushion, Jordan with Bee-H, Max with me
We count down the minutes until the fireworks with anticipation
They start; popping and fizzing, booming over the lake
We all sit entranced in the warm summer air
And when they are done, it is pitch black once more
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Very visual, great poem.
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Thank you :)
This is a great poem, you really paint a picture here and I can feel the essence of the night you described.
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Thank you so much!
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