Hello, hope you are having a wonderful 4th of July! I’d like to share a memorable experience from last year’s Independence Day. I have often felt the thrill of fireworks, although I do feel badly for all the poor dogs suffering from the huge blasts and booms. But last year on July 4th, instead of going to the local fireworks shows, I took a twilight trip to Leonard Springs Nature Park, on the outskirts of Bloomington, Indiana, and spent the evening communing with the sights and sounds and smells of a breathtakingly beautiful swamp. Later that night, I wrote this poem:
This year I didn’t seem to need the fireworks.
Instead I chose to find what magic in the wetland lurks.
In lieu of Roman candles, cannonades, and Chinese crackers,
I heard the sounds of chirps and coos and croaks and flying quackers.
I bypassed all the celebratory red and white and blue,
To revel in the tranquil marsh’s moody mystical hue.
Sometimes I tire of man-made patriotic pomposity,
And find it easily trumped by God’s intrinsic virtuosity!
Here were some pictures that I took that evening:
Happy 4th of July, however you choose to spend it this year!