AN OUTHOUSE AND THE 4th

It took awhile
to declare independence —
a longer while to achieve it .
And its maintenance is forever.
Gifted are we
who have been born into it.
So noble a venture!
And yet what I most recall
in its celebrations
is the little outhouse replica
bought from the firework stand
at the corner of Wall & Main.
When we lit its fuse
it sputtered and sputtered,
It smoked and finally exploded —
and all of us children
born to freedom
laughed so hard
we rolled on the grass
before getting up
to grow into responsible citizens
who love “the land of the free
and the home of the brave”.
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