Kaleidoscope
Short poem

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I watch
as the bright red rockets
shoot into the clear night sky.
Crack!
The rocket explodes
and spills out
a kaleidoscopic view of colors.
More rockets jump up into
the air.
Crack! Bang! Crack! Bang!
As the intense, multi-colored show
goes on,
the clouds slowly
appear over my window.

I lean back in my airplane seat
on the 4th of July,
thinking
how things can look beautiful
when viewed from
different angles.

Walk
Short poem

I have a cock and
I named him Stock
He can talk and he has a clock.

If he has a clock and if he can talk
It still does not mean he can walk!

* The characters, settings and happenings are fiction only.