youth

we laughed high perched along the mystic watchtower as the children reveled in the joy of a new brand of fireworks the shudder and flashes of childhood caught unaware by the mechanics of how gun powder reacts with heat. Much like an angry cat the cracker wheezed with a dispondent crack howling like a meow from a hot tin roof. In time they were called home to bath and ready themselves for school like ghosts with tender minds in many ways there life was not there own but Summer was theres to keep forever in the knook and crannies of their young flourish minds not yet burdened with anxiety' fear and the callous natue of the adult world, for all who belonged to the later wished to leave immediately to a place were the cries of childhood fire crackers sung like sirens through the neighborhood of their youth, long gone.