by Emma Lee

‘Twas the night before the Fourth and all through the Park

Folks were staking their claims before it got dark.

They hammered their stakes and set out their chairs

Assured that tomorrow it would all still be there.

They made space for grills amidst the grass beds

While visions of barbecue danced in their heads.

Some wore bandanas and others wore caps

And all anticipated postprandial naps.

Then out in the ballfields there arose such a noise

Fireworks already! Some pesky teen boys

Were lighting off crackers with nary a care

For dogs, sleeping babies, or singed eyebrow hair.

No one called the police, no one batted an eye

At this common occurrence for early July.

The early tent-setters shook off the arousal

And returned to their tasks with help friendly or spousal.

Those still in their houses prepped coolers and lunches

With refreshing drinks and all sorts of munchies

While children taped tinsel all over their bikes

And streamers, and pennants, so much glitter — yikes!

The mower brigade gave polish and shine

To their grass-eating pushers– I wish one were mine.

Drivers of float cars filled up their gas tanks

And wiped clean their windshields and mirrors and flanks.

Musicians and bands had one final session

To practice their tunes before the procession

While runners and joggers chugged electrolyte drinks

Knowing the weather tomorrow would stink.

As dusk fell on SAP, we pondered our freedoms — 

In the next few years, we surely will need ’em.

Meanwhile, I’ll be up at 5:45

To start on my run; I hope I’ll still be alive

To enjoy all the action at this year’s celebration.

Happy Fourth to all, and please partake in hydration!