To the Sand Dunes
To the Sand Dunes
With the moon as competition,
A sack full of sky rockets,
We kids will bring fruition.
Firecrackers and dirt devils,
Sparklers and flares,
Sand in our shoes,
Sand in our hair.
Swinging a sky rocket,
We just felt grown up,
And if we got the colored kind,
We’d squeal and jump and jump.
Didn’t know much about
Independence and freedom then,
Just what we learned in school
And flags flying in the wind.
On the rolling sand dunes
In another far away land,
Our loved ones shot real fireworks,
Where there was no marching band.
I love them for it forever
And I always will,
But my 4th of July memories
Are on the tops of those sandy hills.
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