THE FOURTH OF JULY.

It is the sound of laughter

That fills the summer air

As kids go out to shoot                              

Fire-crackers every where.

 

It is the smell of hot dogs

Sizzling on a charcoal grill,

And lots of American flags 

Draped over the window sills.

 

It is the crack of a bat

After we sing a song

Honoring our Country

And feeling we all belong.

 

It is a piece of watermelon

Being held by a child,

As she spits out the seeds

And shoves them in a pile.

 

It is the pride that we feel

In celebrating America’s birth, 

And the many ways we find

To honor all she’s worth.

Yu/stan/kema.