But sizzling grills and children’s’ merry shrieks
Will herald hot dog lunches on the grass.
And Stars and Stripes Forever seems the peak
Of sweet nostalgia, ’til the warning blast;
O fiery buds exploding into bloom
And strewing golden grains across the sky
How I adore your sulfurous perfume
As cynical displeasure you defy.
Though I anticipated ringing ears,
I’m pleasantly surprised by joyful tears.