| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
|
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Holiday >> ID #1126088 |
| |||||||||||||
|
Independence Day showers its light on us today.
We, the chosen race of Americans who are fighting to keep it safe linger on its mark in time. In the WIND, is freedom. With the touch of our hands, together, embracing flags, we send a sign of good will for the whole world to nurture a future. SMOKE from the canons of yesteryear remind us of what we hold dear. We are alive. We are its people. We wave our banners from porches and stem into the crowds watching many colors of glistening lights burst in the skies. The FLIGHT of our best fleet measures our success and ascertains our progress. Faithfully, we live and die. We cradle our babes to reach out for generations new. Again, today, we celebrate. ![]()
© Copyright 2006 Feather Duster (UN: secretvick at Writing.Com).
All rights reserved.
Feather Duster has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |