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The 4th on The Porch Dolores Fruth
I sit upon the Bllue Ridge porch And scan the scene below. I look upon the housetops As I watch the traffic flow. In the distance I hear drum beats With faint music from the bands, The Passavant float is passing. To the clapping of the hands. I cannot see the fire trucks Or the people who are there. I only hear the distant sounds That travel through the air. Now residents are returning They see me high above. They wave their flags in tribute To the America we love. I can no longer join the crowd But I say gratefully That they’re celebrating freedom Just beneath my balcony.
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America’s Birthday -Dolores Fruth©
The 4th of July, our nation’s birth, A day of celebration. The fireworks soon will light the sky, A booming reverberation. The sizzling of the barbecues In backyards everywhere, The tantalizing smells invade The sultry summer air. We see the twirling of batons And hear the drummers beat. We cheer the local high school band As they shuffle down the street. Fireworks, parades and barbecues Are fun for us you see, But do we pause and speculate Of how it came to be? The freedom that we have this day Starts with a cannon ball. The minutemen would bleed and die To give it to us all. So now rejoice and celebrate The legacy in your hand. Wave your flag and then decide To preserve our fragile land.
***************** Summer Heat By Dolores Fruth
I waited for summer With so much delight. I envisioned warm breezes And cool, airy nights. Instead I am wilting In all of this heat. The grass has turned yellow As it burns on my feet. The flowers are drooping Without any rain.. The paint is all blistered On my window pane. The glory of summer Is no longer sweet, As I ask mother nature, “PLEASE, turn down the heat!
***************** My Dad by Dolores Fruth
He didn’t have a hearty laugh, a sweet chuckle was his style He didn’t boost when things were right, you felt it in his smile. He wasn’t loud or boisterous or bragging ‘bout his life In gentle ways he showed his love to his daughters and his wife. He never criticized or scoffed about wrongs he saw in others He patted them upon their back as if they were his brothers. My Dad was short in stature but he stood tall ,you see. This gentle humble man of God meant all the world to me.
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