Skirts in a Row

There they waited, all in a row

With their matching skirts, yo.

The cars passed with flags on the hood

Inches from where they stood.

To the chaos of clapping hands

Came the music of marching bands.

Jugglers and dancers swayed on by

After a man walk on his hands did try.

Tumblers and balloons filled the air

While children stood in the street without a care.

The small town main street parade

Was as festive as a joy grenade.

Red, white, and blue festooned

Until the sight was almost cartooned.

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I thought I'd try something poetic for my Fourth of July parade post. The girls in their skirts were inspiring. They are beyond adorable.