Summer’s Here

by D.J. Barnett

Summer’s here, Fourth of July, A time to celebrate.

We’re gonna have a cookout, Now you all grab a plate.

We’ll have us all some hot dogs, Some burgers and some ribs. Might be a little messy, Get Uncle John a bib.

There’ll be a dish of baked beans, Tater salad, coleslaw. And macaroni salad, But wait now that ain’t all.

There’s pretzels, chips and nachos, And deviled eggs right here. Cakes and pies for our dessert. Some ice-cold pop and beer.

Some ketchup and some mustard, There’s cheese and relish too. There’s pickles and some onions, To make it right for you.

Maybe a game of baseball, Horseshoes or take a hike. This day is all ’bout freedom,

Grampa is in his lawn chair, To watch the clouds, roll by. Me and Bill are fishing gone, To give those bass a try.

There are sparklers for the kiddies, Bottle rockets, the boys. Just wait ‘till it gets darker, Get ready for the noise.

Fireworks to paint the sky, As we all ooh and ahh. Fill the night with sparkling light, Favorites of Ma and Pa.

When it’s time to pack it in, Tired kiddies in the car. They’ll most likely be asleep. Before we get too far.

It sure has been a special day, As we roll in the drive. Birthday of America, Best place to be alive.

D.J. Barnett lives in Hinckley with his wife, April; his son, Robert; and daughter, Skylar. He is 1975 graduate of Highland High School and recently retired from Century Cycle’s Medina location after being there for 20 years. He enjoys cycling and other outdoor activities.

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