The Poems – The Fourth of July

If you have read any of my former posts about my amazing uncovering of a book of poems that I wrote as a ~8 year old kid, you should understand the hilarity and…well, embarrassing element of me disclosing them. Former posts about Thanksgiving and Dew Drops and Butterflies show a side of my inner child that, quite honestly, is really fun to look back on.

On this holiday weekend, I wanted to share yet another, masterfully written poem. It is entitled, “The Fourth of July”. What makes this poem particularly fun for me to read now, is the contrast in mindset, child to adult, regarding guns.

Don’t get me wrong…I have been to shooting ranges and gun clubs. I have shot many a rifle, handgun and automatic in my 50 years. However, I am not a gun toter. At the fear of disclosing this and having us taken under attack, we are not “gun” people in my house. Note, that I can weild a knife with the best of them! However, apparently, at 8 years old, my schooling taught me well that our 2nd amendment was something to hold dear. Oh my! hahaha!!

Enjoy this summer holiday nugget of excellence!