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Fourth of July

By Marilyn (LaraOct7@aol.com)


Fourth of July! Fireworks, parades, cook-outs. I'll be celebrating the Fourth at the home of some friends, who happen to live in the northern part of Maryland, near the PA line. They have invited a large number of people and everyone is to take a dish. Other things on the menu will be Maryland blue crabs, grilled burgers, homemade ice cream, etc. I will definitely take my appetite with me. :)

Do you have anything special planned for this year's celebration? What are some of the ways in which you have celebrated in the past?

What does your town do to celebrate the Fourth? Send some memories, or send a poem. Musings, or a story will be fine. Fourth of July is the topic. We look forward to your entry.


LaraOct7. (LaraOct7@aol.com)










Red, White, and Blue

By Amy (Fabulousfilly@aol.com)


TO THE LEFT, LEFT, LEFT, RIGHT LEFT
OH LISTEN TO THE BANDS, AND ESPECIALLY THE CLARINET
OOMPA PA, OOMPA PA GOES THE SOUND OF TUBA HORN
OH MY GOODNESS HIS CHEEKS LOOK DEFORMED


EACH OF US MARCHES TO HIS OWN DRUMMER
SOME OF US EVEN NOWADAYS RIDE IN A HUMMER
SOME FOLKS PARTICIPATE IN THE PARADE
WITH BAGPIPES AND DRUMS THEY ACT OUT THE CHARADE


SOME FOLKS STAND ON THE SIDELINES AND CHEER
SOME FOLKS SIT IN A BAR AND DRINK ALL THE BEER
OTHER FOLKS REMEMBER THEIR COUNTRY SO GREAT
AND THOSE WHO WERE SACRIFICED, WAS IT GOD OR FATE?


HONOR COUNTRY AND FREEDOM TO ME
ARE THE BEST THINGS THAT CAN BE
SALUTE YOUR FLAG HOLD IT HIGH
LET FREEDOM RING OUT THIS FOURTH OF JULY.


BE SAFE, BE HAPPY, BE HONEST AND TRUE,
MAY ALL GOOD THINGS COME TO ME AND YOU







Fourth of July

By Doris (Toto38@aol.com)


When Independence Day was celebrated in Brooklyn, there were fireworks going off on each of the local streets - making it sound like we were at war with all our neighbors! My future father-in-law always sent away for fireworks through an ad in a one of his nephews comic books. They came through the mail from someplace in Maryland. This time they arrived on July 1st of 1945 - a few months before WWII ended.

The mailman brought the box up to the door of their two story home. When my father-in-law came down and signed for the package, three men in black with guns drawn jumped out of a parked car and ran up the few porch steps! My father-in-law dropped the package fast and put his hand up - not knowing what was going on. It was the FBI! They told him he was accepting explosives through the mail and that was against the law. He was taken to FBI headquarters and put through the third degree. Once they believed he was only ordering fireworks for July 4th as he had done every year, he was let go with a warning to never do it again. Well he didn't - not through the mail, anyway :) We don't live in Brooklyn anymore but, in 55 years, I don't remember a July 4th when we haven't had fireworks of some kind - and I don't ask where they come from. :)






Fourth of July

By Tom (tomWYO@aol.com)


Strike up the bands, the heat is here,
watermelon on ice and fireworks all ready.
Independence day, quite the celebration,
we won the revolution,
gaining our independence!


Many have given their all,
many maimed and wounded,
in defense of the stars and stripes,
all of the suffering and strife,
to retain our freedom.


Good and bad, wise and dumb,
that is how our congress works.
Bicker, bitch, calling names,
but when in danger,
we all unite together.


To most a manfs mettle is did and how
did he serve?
Most all have worn the brown and green,
khaki and of course whites and the blues.
Stand up straight and render a hand salute!


Draftees and lifers and those in between,
reserves and the National Guard,
do and did our duty with pride.
We have one hell of a nation,
yet most of us are just common people.


I salute you all the men and the women,
say a big thank you for your devotion,
hardship and strife you resolved.
Now it is time to fry a burger,
So pop a cap, take a bow,
thanks to you we still retain our freedom.







Fourth of July

By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)


I dream of a 4th of July,
When parades of star-studded hats
Pass by


I dream of a 4th of July
When the barbecue pits smells smoky
Ice cream on apple pie.


I dream of a 4th of July
Where synchronized Blue Angels
Fall and rise in the sky.


I dream of a 4th of July
When laughter and life abounds,
No wars on earthfs sands and skies.


I dream, oh, I dream, oh, yes
Sometimes they are just like that,
But I love my AC too much now I guess.







Celebrate

By Emiliano (Poeta48@aol.com)


Independence Day:


time to celebrate freedom
the American way
time to rejoice in the spirit
of a nation and its birth.
time to be part of the message
that "the free are here stay."


Yes... celebrate... celebrate.
It is Independence day.







The Red, White, and Blue

By Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@comcast.net)


The Fourth of July has come again,
Not as poignant as in the past has it stirred so many feelings within.



Old Glory still flies and brings a lump in the throat,
And I am thankful we can without fear still vote.



Something is sad though with so much strife as the celebrations go on.
The Sprit is there, but the thrill is gone.



There is still food to go around in most places 'tis true,
But not many place their hand on their hearts or take off their hats to the Red, White and Blue.



The love is still there in our hearts and the gratitude too,
And I wonder if She will survive, The Red, White and Blue.



Do the young people of the land really know the troubles She has seen and are still to come,
Or are they deaf, blind and dumb?



Have they had it too easy, this generation that flaunts the America of old?
Will they take the challenge to keep her Free?; I'm doubtful as I foresee the future as it could unfold.







Fourth of July

By Connie (CSThomas@aol.com)


Soldiers mourn their friends
Who lie in cold unmarked graves
Sad for families

***

Fourth not meant for beer
It's not that kind of hoopla
It's time for sorrow







Fourth of July

By Paleflower (Paleflower@aol.com)


Ny first real memory of Fourth of July.. was in 1942. We normally went to the park in Hayti, a little town 6 miles from home for the fourth... vendors always had cotton candy, hot dogs, and various eats.. we would wander around the park.. play on the seesaw, swings and merry-go-round.. Those that were brave... later in the day would walk through the cemetery that adjoined the park.. This Fourth was different.. I was disappointed that we would not be going to the park for the celebration.. Mom told me we would be having it at home.. Well. I knew we never had hotdogs at home.. it was usually fried chicken. We didn't have a bbq.. because we didn't cook outside except when mom rendered out the lard at hog killing time.

Soon people began to gather at my house... some brought their kids, which was a big event .. nobody ever got together unless it was at town for Saturday shopping.. or in church.. The men brought over a homemade grill made of an oil drum cut in half... it was a strange contraption to me.. The women were busy in the kitchen talking and preparing food. Soon.. the men pulled up a chair or log, whichever was available and began to talk... They talked far into the afternoon.. As a small kid.. I was hungry and wished the men would hush and fix whatever it was.. they were going to put on the bbq. I had no idea what all the fuss was about until years later... After I got some sense.. you might say.. The men were talking about joining up..I didn't know we were at war... What was war to a child. All the grownups were so worried .. some were crying.. for their husbands had already joined.. Some never returned from Europe..I kept hoping my father would not join up... He tried but was rejected.. he was a farmer with a big family.. he was told... the men overseas would be needing the food he grew..

My world changed so much that year.. I've never forgotten that Fourth of July.. It was another day of Independence.. My father had two brothers in the Navy.. and two brothers in law in the SeaBees.. As I walked each day to the post office, I would look at the little flags displayed in the window of some of the homes.. Indicating they had a son or husband in the military.. We need to be reminded more often.. of what this country has endured to maintain it's freedom.

Have a great Fourth of July.. May we keep our independence for another century


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I'm sure you recall the white billboards erected on the town square during the war.. almost every country seat had one.. the city would post the names of the men and women from that specific area.. Usually there were three columns... Their name, the date of enlistment, and if they were killed or missing in action.. I never noticed the one in Caruthersville,, because I lived 11 miles away... Heavens.. that was almost like it was in another state.. Our only mode of transportation was by wagon.. unless Dad was lucky enough to find someone that had a car with tires and could get enough gas to go pick up my grandparents on the Island..

When I was in the fourth or fifth grade.. I was in a spelling bee. the main spell off was to be held in Caruthersville.. so the school bus.. (the only one our district had).. took everyone to attend the finals... Needless to say.. I didn't come out number one... After I failed the word that put me out of the running.. I walked around the town square.. I stood and read the names on the billboard... There were many names I recognized.. My mind went back to the Fourth of July in our back yard.. Some of the young men that sat around talking to my father... were listed... I had wondered why these men had never returned...after that day.. in 1942. One of my teachers was standing nearby.. I asked her. She said the star that was placed by their names.. meant they had been lost overseas..I wish the teachers had explained more why we were at war. It's only now... watching the History Channel that I understand what had happened... I must have been one naive girl.






GOD BLESS OUR SWEET AMERICA

By Mary Carter Mizrany (MusingByMary@aol.com)


Two hundred thirty three years ago
God birthed this wondrous nation;
by those with vision, courage, purpose,
strength, hope, determination.


Uniquely shaped by His design
through heroes brave and true;
who purchased freedom with their lives
as still today they do.


Hearts that longed to live unbound
who faced the vast unknown;
trusting God's unchanging Word,
knowing they were not alone.




Bravely with unfailing courage
agreeing then as they do now;
"Give me liberty or give me death",
Patriot Henry's solemn vow.


The battles fought~the battles won
against each bitter enemy;
evil governments and dictators,
their greed and tyranny!


We bow our knees to God alone
whose Sovreignty we proclaim;
united in His love we give
honour to His holy name.




America, the beautiful, God still
sheds His grace upon thee;
with provision and protection
from sea to shining sea.


Star spangled banner we salute
each value you convey;
God bless our sweet America
keep her strong and free, we pray!



Mary Carter Mizrany
July 4, 2009

















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