Monday, July 4, 2011

Fourth of July

Flag gently waves, hotdogs grill, mustard
is spilled on white blouse.  Chatter of people,
smell of tan lotion, kids all splash in the pool. 
Another memory, family and friends,
another great moment of pride.

9 comments:

Victoria said...

I can catch the smell of the mustard spilled on white blouse, as well as the color contrast, very sensory grabbing. THe ending wiht pride - for country? for family? keeps me thinking. The whole piece has the lighting of memory. Well done.

Ann said...

I'd be sloshing mustard right along with you, except for this very reason I seldom wear white anymore LOL!

Barb said...

Sounds like an All-American celebration. Happy 4th!

Poetic Soul said...

As a South African I never really understood this holiday until recently, your poem paints the celebrations so beautifully.

Lynne said...

Great use of all the senses to paint your 4th of July word picture, Judy!

Rachel Hoyt said...

Sounds like some great memories! I BBQ'd as well. :)

Mary said...

You really have captured the spirit of the 4th of July in this poem, Judy. I can picture it!

Kim Nelson said...

:-)! Have missed you!

Peggy said...

What a wonderful stone for July 4. For some reason I like the part about the mustard!