On the fourth of July the waves crash and splatter into shore.
A fire burns with the cracking and popping of wood.
Under the blanket you can feel the sand squish and move.
The bang and the boom in the dark sky.
The sizzle of the bright embers falling into the ocean.
The babble of small children.
A loud va - room that is followed by fluttering glitter.
And the murmur of the crowd.
Jasmine Robert
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/snap-crackle-pop-2/
