July 4th 2007: Richard & Andy (marc's bros); Marc, in snorkel gear;
Sam (my bro), and three of Richard's kids
On the fourth of July
Might as well sit and cry
If you simply cannot be in K-town.
The smell of the grills
In each backyard just thrills,
As parties convene around K-town.
Any other parade
Is just a charade
Imitating what goes down in K-town.
Though the rule is half-hidden,
We put safety first here in our K-town.
But the first thing we see?
Our cops hurling with glee
Pounds of taffy they bought in old K-town.
Massive cheers on command
For the DHS band:
It employs every third kid in K-town.
But no spectacle beats
The mass brawl in the streets
That's the water fight all over K-town.
The firemen's hoses
Spray up hundreds of noses
It's ingenious! our parade in K-town.
The fireworks at night
Garner ahhs of delight
Just as any big show outside K-town.
If for just a short while,
Every face is a smile
In my beloved American K-town.