While spring turns into lazy summer days
the words of independence drip on lips
and hands of pride move rightly on to hips
reminding us with banners and displays.
And as our anthem in the background plays,
a child with eyes wide open hears its tune
and heritage breathes in what it conveys
like lemonade in early afternoon.
The celebration soon to hit each town
reminds us with nostalgia of things passed,
of soldiers brave who led to liberty
with tearful eyes recalled above hard frowns.
The softer joys of fishing lines are cast
with easy sway as freedom will decree
foundation's words that one cannot eclipse
as pride remembers why we raise our flag.
Such liberties are not set there to brag
or boast of "more" to foreign sailing ships
but for the reason freedom's harness grips
and voice is let to sing without a gag.
Its worth cannot be deemed on a price tag
or bartered for a stack of gambling chips.
This sparkling celebration we express
reveals ideals of where our base is laid.
Those stars and stripes that signify our land
are treasured as a mother's soft caress
as people march in unified parade;
one nation, indivisible in hand.
by Pamela A Lamppa
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Happy Birthday America - Recall and Remember Why.
