I'm sitting beneath the stars
(Not really but
For the sake of the poem)
I'm sitting beneath the stars,
Friend on my right,
Family on my left,
Watching gunpower
And fire collide
In a whirling torrent of
Colored passion.

This, ladies and gents,
Is what our nation has fought for:
Launching dangerous stuff into the sky
Surrounded by those you love
As music far too loud
Plays through it all.

Happy Independance Day.