A Few 4th Of July Poems

A Little History About The 4th of July

The 4th of July also known as Independence Day celebrates the acceptance of the Declaration of Independence which was approved on July 4, 1776.

The Declaration of Independence is a statement that says the thirteen American colonies which at that time were: Connecticut, Delaware, Georgia, Maryland, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, North Dakota, South Dakota, Rhode Island and Virginia were now independent states and therefore no longer a part of the British Empire.

Since then other states have joined in making a total of 50 states in all. You can find out more about the USA states at http://www.50states.com

To honor this national day of the United States each year we celebrate with fireworks, picnics, carnivals, parties, parades, barbecues, music, songs, poetry and more...



Let The Fireworks Begin!


Have a great

July the 4th.

The fireworks a popping,

The noise,

isn't noise today,

And there's no telling

when it's stopping.


Play the music loud,

eat a hot dog or

burger or two,

enjoy the sipping coolness

of an old favorite

or a new

refreshing,

exciting

brew.


Watch the dancing lights in motion,

watch the sparks fly,

Watch the luminous,

resplendent,

cascading

radiance

winsomely fall by.


Make a wish upon

the conflagration in the sky.

Hold the more than delightfully

euphoric memories

Everlastingly in your eye.

D. Alsup




THE FOURTH OF JULY


The Fourth of July

Is a day of memories, sacred and gay,

A parade of the red, the white, and blue,

The ring of an old and cracked bell

As we our birthright of freedom review.


The Fourth of July

Is a day of fun and barbecues,

Of happy laughter of young and old,

And picnics with steak and pink lemonade,

And old men's tales are tolds and retold.


The Fourth of July

Is a cherished day on history's page,

From Valley Forge to the Coral Sea;

And the spirit of freedom has prevailed

As men have carried the flag of the free.

Gladys C. Winkleblack



This Land Of Mine


This land of mine has beauty

This land of mine has pride

This land of mine rings with joy

Through every countryside

This land began in greatness

As our forefathers knew

And we have a heritage

Left by those faithful few

Born of prayer and effort

Too priceless to define

This country came to be

This blessed land of mine.

Virginia Katherine Oliver



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