[NicknamedBob]

The Undead Thread has been a little slow tonight. I decided to write a poem.


Fireworks

When we were young the challenge was,
To figure out what made because.
From day and night, and dark and bright,
We learned that noise could cause a fright.

The Summer storms with crash and flare,
Showed there was tension in the air,
In our confusion and our fear,
We learned to hide when storms appear.

And this was wisdom on our part.
The fools among us thought it art.
They sought to learn the way of sky,
To poke and puzzle, and to pry.

Fire and lightning, distant kin,
We tried to find the fire within,
A fire that burned with such a flash,
The rushing air on ears would crash.

It was discovered, long ago,
The way to make a fire not slow,
To harness the force which quietly lurks,
So we all get a thrill when our fire works.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . July 3, 2006

[Soaring Feather]

Happy Independence Day

[tuliptree76]

Thanks for the poem, Bob. I watched fireworks tonight.

[tuliptree76]