July fourth we celebrate the joy of nation’s birth,
Rockets, explosions we full love, revel heritage worth.
One day, a frigid January morn, I felt explosion’s might,
A house blew up not far away. I went and saw its fright.
Coincidentally, this same time explosions ripped the air,
With space explorers, a teacher, too, went far beyond their fare.
The house exploding, family lost their home of residence,
The shuttle blew in fragments and sprinkled the ocean’s depth.
While one affected a few folks, the other, miles away,
Residual effects that billowed long. Let’s not repeat that day.
When we so casually rejoice at sparks and hear bursting bombs in air,
We should recall all those before who passed away up there.