I remember hand-cranked ice cream taking forever to be ready.
I remember the sputter of ladyfingers and swish of pinwheels.
I remember setting the dry grass on fire in our backyard.
I remember lemonade, corn on the cob, and hot, hot days.
I remember creating fiery circles in the dusk
with a sparkler in my hand.
I remember Dad shooting roman candles across an open field.
Even fifty years later, I remember long ago 4th of Julys,
And in my memories the sparkler is as bright as ever.
(photos: taken with my Canon A550, corn picture 2007, sparkler picture 2008)