Jeramiah's+Color+Poem


 * Red as a Robin**

A firetruck, A sportscar, An apple, A fire, The firetruck races as it heads to the fire, the fire burst as kids frantic, chasing & chatting as they head to to the picnic. The burning grill as the food sizzles, but with the hot sun we could use a drizzle. The smell of ribs floats in the air, everyone comes even a little bear. The end is here as we watch the fireworks at the bay, but what is near, Christmas holiday!