I wrote this poem July 4, 1994

Independence Day

Red, white, and blue.

Crowds loom in the summer air.

The band plays on

As clouds gather in the sky.

I pass by taking in the sights.

Humanity.

People searching for something.

Some they want

Something to bring red, white, and blue home.

Art prescription: What does independence mean to you? Freedom to be happy wherever you are in life? Freedom to know you are a person with your own independent outlook on life? Freedom to live without fear? Freedom to set your own path and go after what you want!! Now – go – light some pretties and watch them sparkle in the July air.