At my last home, I had a friend and neighbor who?s a project superintendent for a large commercial construction company. Mike loves smoking cigars and drinking beer, and is passionate about the Kansas City Chiefs. He also grows the most beautiful flowers in the neighborhood and I wrote this poem as a tribute to Mike and his fabulous flowers.
Ignited by a blazing summer sun, A burst, A splash, A razzle-dazzle blast! Red hot rockets Explode past flaming feathers Flying off an orange firebird. While yellow sparklers flare Flinging fireballs on some of those hot-headed, rosy red flowers. What a festival of flash.