Our 6-year-old daughter, Elli, wanted to read a poem for our Independence Day talent show. I printed some poems appropriate to the occasion, and she chose "That Fateful Fourth," by Roger J. Robicheau.
Our friend Todd crafted this gem in our backyard in five minutes and read it with great, how shall I put it, passion. It was for the talent show on Independence Day. He was called back for a frontyard encore.
The rain started as a drizzle right before the fireworks began in Old Town Manassas, Va., but was steady and strong by the time of the big finale -- and our three-year-old slept through most of it.