Ode to Kaysville on the Fourth of July

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,

Candy-throwing's forbidden;

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.