That day we lay upon the grass, ++++A luminescent green.
The sparks that arced from arm to arm ++++Across the space between.
Our bodies quickened by the sun, ++++The willow leaves aflush,
The sunlight sparkling on the lake, ++++Our blood bestirred to rush.
Up and down the parkway, flowers ++++Enticing with their blooms,
Our loveless winter ended there, ++++Emerging from our tombs.
For we had slept as sleepers sleep, ++++Unmindful of the world,
Astonishingly we awoke, ++++Much like a rose unfurled.
Notes: July 3 is almost as big a holiday for me as July 4.
On July 3, 1982 I took a walk with a beautiful woman around that most beautiful of the Minneapolis lakes, Lake of the Isles. We had known each other less than two months. We sat down in the grass by the lagoon.
The wind and you played in my hair,
You lambent in the moon,
The night arranged as by design,
Afresh the breeze and warm our hands,
So lately introduced,
Traced so gently new found lands,
From tyranny aloosed.
While all around with fire and bang
Our freedom was proclaimed,
A nation’s liberty was meant,
To us, two hearts unchained.
NOTES: I celebrate the Fourth of July as a double holiday. I’m proud and happy to honor our exceptional America and call it home.
And, it also warms my heart to remember the night I discovered my role in an on-going love story.
My personal affection for July Fourth goes back to 1982, when a young couple snuck to the roof of the Calhoun Beach Club in Minneapolis to watch the fireworks. This perch, high above Lake Calhoun, offered a 360 degree view of the entire Twin Cities area. You could see several fireworks displays from there, both near and far away.