Were down by the lake watching fireworks go boom,
Watching them shoot up, watching them zoom.
Many different trails of glittering light,
How the lights look against the dark night.
So many different shapes of luster,
All up in a great big cluster.
Upon so many faces in raptures,
Many lives with great joy to capture.
This poem earned her an 'A' grade and some very nice comments from her teacher.
