Tonight's Poet Corner: Fourth
Fourth by Belinda Roddie Welcome home, my love. Come, strip the dragons off your feet, and roll the denim on your sleeves. Independence Day is here. We'll climb the purple mountains after our cup of afternoon tea. If that's too British for you, I could hardly give one iota of a damn. The fireworks will get loud between nine thirty and ten PM. Hold hands with me if you're scared, but don't forget to patriotically scream.