Down to the woods, to the dock at the pond, where sweet summer magic lies sleeping,
we carry out bags full of wonder and fear: precious packages within our keeping.
With a brilliant explosion the magic awakes, raining glittering light on the water;
Fountains and burst of colorful glory, to shine though darks nights ever after.
1 comment:
beautiful. I too had fireworks at my grandparents' river dock.
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