The sweet smell of grill smoke.
The crisp blue lake.
The red glazed ribs
And creamy soft heaven we call coleslaw.
And the soft white cream corn.
The splash of the water.
The smell of the sausage and brisket
So sweet and smoky
So crumbly and crisp .
The night sky flown over like a big black quilt.
The parade of colors.
The song of booms.
And the cold root beer.
The laughter and cheer.
Now i’m ready for next year.