It’s a hot Alabama day by the pool,
With dogs on the grill and the kids out of school.
I never get tired of making them laugh,
So I’m dripping with sweat from acting a fool.

Back at the house there’s a message held fast
That reads like a smile from a ghost of my past:
“I heard you were here but I see that you’re gone”.
My life is a record that skips at the last.

By the river at night it’s still getting hotter.
I relax in the grass and reflect in the water
Where visions of fireworks dance on the waves,
While having a drink with Liberty’s daughter.

-Matt Meade