Fourth of July.

Just around the corner.

Next Tuesday, in fact.

Supposed to be in the 90s.

Hot and dry.

That’s Texas weather for ya.

Hot-and-dry fits right in.

After all, it IS summer.

Celebrate outdoors.


Picnics in the shade.

Cold ice tea.

Sweet tea.

Cold soda.

Cold Kool-Aid.

Cold beer.

Cold wine.

Cold anything.

Hot dogs.



Fried chicken.

Potato salad.

Cole slaw.

Sliced tomatoes.

Pickled okra.

Ice cream.

Cold watermelon.

Cold water.

Jump in the river.

Jump in the pool.

Jump in the tank.

Run through the sprinklers.

Fly the flag.

Light the sparklers.

Stare in wonder.

Fireworks exploding.

Light up the night sky.

On this, our Day of Independence.

Hard won.

Easy to lose.

Oh, say can you see

By the dawn’s early light

What so proudly we hailed

At the twilight’s last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars

through the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched

were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket’s red glare,

the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.

Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave,

O’er the land of the free…

And the home of the brave?


Don’t leave home without it.

Happy Fourth of July.

That’s Mason


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Renee Walker is a poet, writer, and real estate broker on the Square with her canine assistant, Buster.  


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