This year we finally got back to the traditional Needham fireworks celebration. It was the usual amazing, fun time...plus hoola hoops, boffer battles (the kids totally won), and tug-of-war (I totally won, lots of times). They put on a great show, though I was so busy taking pictures and watching the kids enjoy (and listening to Mya shriek "fire!! fire!!") that I hardly watched the actual fireworks. We had a great day.
John Greenleaf Whittier BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan!
With thy turned-up pantaloons,
And thy merry whistled tunes;
With thy red lip, redder still
Kissed by strawberries on the hill;
With the sunshine on thy face,
Through thy torn brim’s jaunty grace;
From my heart I give thee joy,—
I was once a barefoot boy!
Prince thou art,—the grown-up man
Only is republican.
Let the million-dollared ride!
Barefoot, trudging at his side,
Thou hast more than he can buy
In the reach of ear and eye,—
Outward sunshine, inward joy: Blessings on thee, barefoot boy!
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