Monday, June 30, 2014

Fourth of July

The Flag Goes By
Hats Off!
Along the street there comes
a blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums,
a flash of color beneath the sky;
Hats off!
The flag is passing by!

Blue and crimson and white it shines,
over the steel-tipped, ordered lines.
Hats off!
The colors before us fly;
but more than the flag is passing by:
sea-fights and land-fights, grim and great,
fought to make and to save the State;
weary marches and sinking ships,
cheers of victory on dying lips;
signs of a nation great and strong.
              --Henry Holcomb Bennett











I wish all of my blogger friends a happy and safe Fourth of July!

9 comments:

Betsy Adams said...

Hi There, We are home from a trip to the gorgeous West VA mountains –where we celebrated our anniversary… I’ll be blogging about this time for awhile –since it was so special.

Great poem and terrific parade... Hope you enjoy the 4th of July too. We are HOME --but will enjoy it nonetheless.

Hugs,

Betsy

Susie Swanson said...

Beautiful Brenda. Happy 4th of July to you and your mother as well.

magnoliasntea said...

Love the poem and the photos. The 4th of July celebrations are always fun and full of pride in our country and what it stood for in the past. Hope you and your mom have a good holiday. :)

HOOTIN ANNI said...

Wonderful poetry...and very patriotic scenes!!

Blackberry Lane said...

Blessings to you this week.

TexWisGirl said...

i love the old red tractor, myself. :)

happy independence day!

Daisy said...

Very nice poem and photos, Brenda in celebration of the 4th. I hope you enjoy the holiday!

Betsy Adams said...

Hi There, Me AGAIN! Just stopping by to say "Happy 4th of July".... Hope you have an incredible weekend whether you are traveling, with family or friends --or like us, just enjoying being home! We hope to grill a couple of steaks tomorrow. Our weather here is awesome right now...God Bless American --and God Bless YOU.

Hugs,
Betsy

Janet, said...

I hope you had a wonderful 4th. Your pics reminds me of our small town 4th celebration.

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