A second bathroom was built. <br />The roof had such a tilt. <br />That a dormer had to be made, <br />with a window and a shade. <br /> <br />I crept out that upstairs window <br />To see why the night sky was aglow. <br />Sat there on that steep rooftop. <br />So I could look out over the treetops. <br /> <br />Off in the distance to the north <br />The Mardi Gras celebration on July the 4th. <br />I don't remember going there. <br />But I do remember the rooftop stares. <br />Knees bent from the pitch of the roof. <br />My own little opera booth. <br /> <br />From there I would view the bright night sky. <br />Colored mushrooms I would spy. <br />Wagon wheels and a pinwheel or two. <br />Even a shooting star to name a few. <br /> <br />Funny how you saw them light the sky <br />and yet the sound was almost denied. <br />Maybe just soft waves of mumble <br />as if a storm was starting to rumble. <br /> <br />I kept going back year after year. <br />To that spot I held so dear. <br />To witness the bright night sky <br />celebrating Mardi Gras 4th of July. <br /> <br />Until I married and moved away <br />We happened to be visiting that day. <br />Thought I would revisit some youthful joy. <br />Made it out that window, still bit of a tomboy. <br /> <br />But to my saddened eye. <br />I could no longer spy. <br />The bright night sky at all. <br />The trees now had grow too tall. <br /> <br /> <br />(6 May 2007)<br /><br />JoJo Bean<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bright-night-sky-4th-of-july/
