English: fireworks seen across the at Washington, D.C., USA. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Hello everyone. Today is the day that I announce the winner of the 4th of July contest winner. I received wonderful entries which made the decision hard. I can fully understand that line all the judges say, “I wish they can all be winners.” What I’ve decided to do is have a runner-up, who will receive one e-book of his/her choice. Today I will be posting the winner and the runner-up plus an Abecdarian poem I wrote called The 4th of July. For those of you who don’t know what an Abecdarianpoem is, I’m here to help 🙂 The poem is comprised of every letter of the alphabet to start you line. It is fun to do and can be a real challenge. I hope you enjoy all the post and please have a safe and happy holiday.
!st Place Winner: John Granger
Nathan was having trouble standing still. It wasn’t just the normal nervous energy of a 14 year old; Nathan wanted to get away from this place. He looked at his mother, standing to his right, and wondered how she could just stand there looking so calm. He surveyed the other families in the cemetery, all with fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, husbands or wives just like his Dad. He couldn’t understand why they all just stood there passively listening to this Major or Colonel or whatever his title was blather on and on about the meaning of their loved ones’ deaths. And yet, he stood here passively, too – not screaming out and running to get away from the thought of it, like he wanted to. He was just standing and pretending to listen. “The Fourth of July is a time to reflect on what our country means and what the sacrifice of the men and women who lay here means…” the man at the podium was saying. Nathan couldn’t see any sense in any of it. He didn’t understand why his Father had been sent half a world away, why someone who never knew his Dad would walk up to him in a crowded market and blow himself up, or why his Mother insisted on bringing him to this stupid memorial service. All it meant to Nathan is that he would never talk to his Dad again, never play catch with his Dad in the backyard again, and that his morning was being wasted listening to this garbage. “These are our American heroes. They chose to put themselves in harm’s way in order to defend a way of life, to defend what they held most dear…” Nathan had an involuntary reaction to the word ‘heroes.’ He hadn’t even realized that he was listening and suddenly a lump formed in his throat. His Dad washis hero. He suddenly was listening intently to what the man had to say. The man was explaining exactly why his Father had done the things he had done and although Nathan had heard the patriotic rhetoric before, it suddenly rang true in a way he hadn’t experienced previously. His anger and resentment melted into pride. He looked at his mother again and finally understood everything. Runner-up: ES
The Fourth Cycle 49SE lumbered over and sat down by one of the great windows of The Distant Searcher explorer vessel. It stared out into the vast emptiness of space, as it had done so every cycle for several revolutions. In the darkness, a doorway slid open. Another terraforming unit walked in, and stood near 49SE. “I extracted more information in the object that we found floating in space. You know, the one near the burnt out planets,” 82NS said, “It is in a strange dialect, but I believe that it reveals ancient culture.” 49SE turned to face it’s worker counterpart. “What does it say?” it asked. 82NS lumbered closer, and placed broken remains of an ancient satellite near it’s counterpart. “Well,” 82NS started, “This one contains activities that ancient ones seemingly practiced. They apparently celebrated something on a fourth day of a July.” 49SE stared at it’s counterpart with it’s work-worn iron face. “What is a July? What is a day? Was it a celebration for an achievement?” “Apparently, it was to celebrate the ancient’s independence from another group of ancients. I believe that it was celebrated to commemorate that. Not much else remains on the cylinders, other than a few practices observed by these ancients.” 82NS said. “What practices?” 49SE asked. “One of the symbol data cylinders mentions the eating of ‘hotdogs’ and ‘parades’. Other than that, I do not understand how the various surviving images coincide with each other,” it’s counterpart replied, as it displayed images on itself for 49SE to visualize. “What is a hotdog? What does it have to do with commemoration?” 49SE asked, “What is a parade?” “As far as can be deciphered, a hotdog is a cheerful display of colorful vehicles and music commemorating victorious soldiers and independence from ancient beings. A parade is an edible, protein based material that the ancients consumed.” 82NS replied. 82NS began lumbering towards the door, then turned back. “Oh, another cylinder mentioned the celebratory exploding of pyrotechnic compounds in colorful displays.” 49SE looked up at 82NS, and stood. “There is an asteroid belt between The Distant Searcher, and our next assigned mission. It would be agreeable if we may continue this ancient practice of exploding objects in a celebratory manner.” 82NS nodded in agreement. “Happy fourth cycle to you, my friend.” it stated. “Happy fourth cycle to you!” 49SE replied as the two terraforming units left the room.
A celebration recognized in 1872
Between memorial and Labor Day
Celebrating American freedom
Declaration of Independence signed July 2, 1776
Event that went around the world
Fighting for rights from Great Britain
Government of the people, by the people
Home to all
Initially only thirteen colonies
Justifying our right to be free
King no longer has a say
Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness
Making our country favored by all
National Anthem is the song of the day.
On the fourth the nation was born
Parties, fun, and games rule the day
Quality of life is our goal
Rain sometimes spoils the parade
Squealing children run and play
Time of remembrances
Uniting the country
Voices of politicians heard
Wonderful fireworks displayed
Xenophobia isn’t our norm
Yesteryear was great but tomorrow is greater
Zillions have and will celebrate the 4th of July
| abecdarian poem, using the 26 letters of the alphabet chronologically. An abecedarian poem is a special form of an acrostic poem, in which the initial letters of the words beginning each line or stanza spell out the alphabet in order.
|Author Notes Xenophobia is a fear of anything foreign.