Old Glory

Somewhere across America in high school parking lots and along the sides of other wise busy streets, people of every color, nationality and economic class watch as the night sky is lit up with blasts that sound as if they are cannons firing from ships. Little girls and boys sit on the the hoods of their parent's cars in aww of the lights and explosions.

For a few minutes, all of our troubles and stresses seem to melt away like the sparks that fall from the sky and fade into the darkness. It doesn't matter what happened earlier or what kind of troubles we find. At that moment when the sky is lit up and the crowd holds steady the sky in their eyes it becomes apparent to everyone that we all are together. With that stary look in our eyes we are taken back to the time when things were simple, when we didn't worry about what we did not have. When the days events consisted of running through the sprinkler and riding bicycles. Neighbors who never speak seem to be communicating with out having to say a word and enemies stop fighting, if only for a second, to ride the waves of memories that flow back in to their minds of when they did not have hate in their heart.