On the fourth of July the waves crash and splatter into shore. <br />A fire burns with the cracking and popping of wood. <br />Under the blanket you can feel the sand squish and move. <br />The bang and the boom in the dark sky. <br />The sizzle of the bright embers falling into the ocean. <br />The babble of small children. <br />A loud va - room that is followed by fluttering glitter. <br />And the murmur of the crowd.<br /><br />Jasmine Robert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/snap-crackle-pop-2/
