The holiday is marked by parades, picnics, and pyrotechnic displays.
A Rocket in My PocketThis poem actually makes me cringe, and I wonder at its inclusion in the anthology. The book was published in 1983, which was a whole different world ago, and things that were acceptable then, are no longer so. There are some changes that are definitely for the better--taking fireworks out of the hands of kids is definitely one of them!
I've got a rocket
In my pocket;
I cannot stop to play.
Away it goes!
I've burned my toes.
It's Independence Day.
found in The Random House Book of Children's Poetry, selected by Jack Prelutsky [J 811.008 RAN]
And speaking about changing standards of acceptability, imagine sending a postcard like this today:
Or this one:
I doubt that either one of those would have been sent in 1983, and today, you'd probably get arrested!
Over at The Poem Farm, Amy will be hosting the Poetry Friday Round-Up.
Postcards courtesy riptheskull.