the fireworks are HUGE and riiiight over our heads - it is LOUD and exciting!
Things we love about this event:
-the small town feel
-how incredibly close the fireworks are
-the semi-scenic twenty-minute drive. and by "scenic" I really mean "Nebraska highway."
-the sort of undiscovered air about it...we don't know anyone else who goes
|we tried sitting in the trunk, but ended up sitting on top of the trunk instead|
|stoic fireman monitoring the scene|
|no zoom...see how close we are to where they are setting them off?!|
And now, enjoy the latest of our "Stardines" poems (see this post if you forgot what that means):
"Hmn nonhs shplag," muttered the mutterfly.
He often muttered nonsense to random passersby.
"What was that?" They'd ask, with confusion in their eyes.
"Lmnop rhongmon," he'd reply, in the way of mutterflies.
The mutterfly is constant in his efforts to converse,
But no one understands him; they think he is the worst.
They think he is insulting them and tryin' to pick a fight,
But all he really wants to do is talk, and show them he's polite.
The mutterfly is destined to a life of misery
Because no one wants to listen to his inanity.
He won't stop trying, though, to talk to everyone,
He'll proudly state that hngmlon, and mrnlrmenorun!
There once was a chimp with a limp
Who was called names like "loser" and "gimp"
He cried every day
Since he couldn't play
On the playground, 'cause he was a wimp.
This Limpanzee tried very hard
To work out and not be a lard
But his armpits were sore
And his crutches hurt more
than a pig in a leotard.
He couldn't keep up with the crowd
So he just cowered under a shroud
His life was so sad
He's quite a poor lad
Since with this limp he's forever endowed.
...we love Stardines!