The temperature is 98 degrees. The ground is bone dry. Dust clouds follow in the wake of trucks rumbling across the gravel parking lot.
It rises out of this flat, summer plain. A white top palace reaching for blue sky.
Inside, a mecca to The Revolution. A bow to the Second Amendment.
This is where the fireworks live.
We’ve never seen such a thing.
Fireworks were outlawed in our former cities, and they’re restricted in Wichita. This, however, is The County.
Country clubs and municipalities will put on their own shows.
Still the citizens’ pride is in everyman’s display.
We’ll survey the land and watch the night sky—east, west, north, south.
We’ll light our own salvos of independence.
“We are Americans!” we’ll say with each spark. “And we are free!”
thank you Therefore, you kings, be wise;
be warned, you rulers of the earth.
Serve the Lord with fear
and celebrate His rule with trembling. Psalm 2:10-11 NIV
Firework by Katy Perry.
How did you celebrate Independence Day?