I wrote this poem 3 years ago. It could have been today…
It’s five o’clock in the morning and this is the fourth of July.
After 246 years of freedom, our flag now struggles to fly.
Celebrations are now controversial. Our independence causes some to feel shame.
The men and women who have fought for our freedoms, are now part of a juvenile game.
I think of those soldiers who waited that night to see the dawn’s early light.
Would our flag still be standing? Had it survived through that terrible night?
They were proud to fight for our country. Some walked bootless through the cold snow.
We now buy our shoes from China. I’m so grateful they didn’t know.
Respect was not guaranteed. Their honor was often denied.
Why must we go through this nonsense? Why is it wrong to feel pride?
I don’t care if you are left or right. Fly that star spangled banner high.
Celebrate that we’re all still free and then, ask yourself why.
photos are from my dad’s Army album.
Thank you Sherri Miller for reminding me of this song…