Monday, June 30, 2014
Fourth of July
Along the street there comes
a blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums,
a flash of color beneath the sky;
The flag is passing by!
Blue and crimson and white it shines,
over the steel-tipped, ordered lines.
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!
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