Memories of Snow

The 4th of July at Lake Carl Blackwell

The 4^th of July At Lake Carl Blackwell

Reflecting the 4^th of July sky,
blue waves washed onto the warm sand,
like curse bearing angles
three years in a row.

The warm waters of Lake Carl Blackwell
pulled at Tom's struggling body,
only to be robbed of its prey
by my observant grandfather.

Bacon grease sizzled
in a frying pan on a portable camp stove,
Linda's small hand grabbed the skillet's handle
spill the hot grease on her delicate pink flesh.

The red cherry bomb exploded
shooting a medium sized rock
directly into Connie Mac's right eye.

Reflecting the 4^th of July sky,
blue waves washed onto the warm sand,
like curse bearing angles
three years in a row.

Poet's Note: ▶︎

I wrote this on 1 Mashiyyat 156 B.E. This was inspired by memories of celebrating Independence Day, with my Grandparents and cousins, at Lake Carl Blackwell in Oklahoma.