The Fourth of July Barbeque

Written by, Anne Roche

The family barbeque that no one but me wanted in the house

Was too hot and humid for everyone, from the barking dog Cassie,

To the screaming baby, and even the chattering adults.

Uncle Jim was grilling burgers,

And everyone was everywhere doing something, but not me.

Taking my time with everything, I stood

In the black cement driveway and smelled the newly cut grass.

The thick July air filled my lunged and rejoiced

As sweat dripped off my forehead, I wiped it away

And saw the one thing I hoped for; watermelon.

Eagerly, I ran to the porch and grabbed a slice

From the yellow bowl. After picking out the seeds I took a huge bite.

Juicy and crunchy, sweet and red like a candied apple,

It carried the heat away. Later that day, I licked the sweet sticky

Juicy from my fingers. I can’t wait until the next barbeque!