It was Fourth of July weekend
Piedmont Park...
Springing up from rest,
Flames erupt with excitement...
It was on a Monday late in the afternoon
Darkness filled the day and horror became the view...
Fourth of July ( Senryu)
Sky rockets at night...
OBAMA POEM
A Nations Wealth Is Not It's Wheat, Oil Or Gold...
This is a challenge from
Ingrid aka Healing Spirit/Blonde Angel...
Americans be proud,
Of our grand country...
It is midnight
Half past eleven to be precise...
Silence.
no, there it is again...
The stripe is clearly drawn at her foot
Her forehead drips with sweat...
This is the day,
that our nation sings...
200 years past
A new nation was created...