When the granddaughter saw how happy she was to see her owner, the child cried.
We are very relieved. I might be a little happier, if people had stopped shooting off fireworks, but it is still going on right now from two different directions! Until about an hour ago, the dog was still frantic; she seems to have settled down some now. There has been a recent change in the fireworks laws in Michigan, so I imagine stories like this can be heard throughout the state. Fireworks were legalized and the burden has been put on the localities to set up the rules for fireworks. I don't hope for much change in the popping tomorrow, but maybe after the weekend??? And maybe if enough dogs and children are terrified, some useful guidelines will be implemented and enforced. Maybe . . .
I know this isn't really a FIREWORKS poem (or sort of) but "they must burn out like used candles," got me when I went to www.Americanpoems.com looking for a poem I might not have to type.
The heroic stars spending themselves, Coining their very flesh into bullets for the lost battle, They must burn out at length like used candles; And Mother Night will weep in her triumph, taking home her heroes. There is the stuff for an epic poem-- This magnificent raid at the heart of darkness, this lost battle-- We don't know enough, we'll never know. Oh happy Homer, taking the stars and the Gods for granted.