| Here are some poems that you can read and use for Happy Birthday America! You can also select a poem by your mouse, copy it, and send it with a free 4th July greeting card to someone. You can also send these poems to a friend by clicking here! |
This great nation, the United States of America, In a struggle for what was right and free, Was proudly born... May we celebrate that precious freedom For which our forbears fought so bravely... The freedom that is inherent In the Stars and Stripes, our revered flag... Celebrate Freedom This Fourth of July! |
| Independence Day |
| I know it's hard for you I guess that's the way it must be It's kinda rough on me, too but time is out now, don't you see? The day has come now when I must tell you goodbye I'm going to manage somehow either to survive or to die I'm leaving now don't ask me why I've got to get out of here I'll spread my wings and try to fly and if I fail I'll hit the ground and die I put no blame on you but there's no way that I could stay I guess you already knew it is my independence day It is sad to grow up and see everything disappear but you can't make the world stop I've got to get rid of my fear I'm leaving now don't ask me why I've got to get out of here I'll spread my wings and try to fly and if I fail I'll hit the ground and die Hanne Munkholm |
| The 4th of July |
| It's time for the "Barbecue" And the "Fireworks" galore! And the "Beer" and the "Friends" And the "Burgers" for sure! But most important And I really must say Is that "America" got Its "Independence" today! Yes in "1776" The famous politician Senator "John Hancock" Had signed the petition That stated that our country Was "free" from all others! And that we would "only be governed" By our "American brothers"! So while we are celebrating This "great day of fun" Let us always remember What our forefathers had done! Billy Nardozzi |
| Fourth of July Night |
| The little boat at anchor in black water sat murmuring to the tall black sky A white sky bomb fizzed on a black line. A rocket hissed it's red signature into the west. Now a shower of Chinese fire alphabets, A cry of flower pots broken in flames, A long curve to a purple spray, three violet balloons--- Drips of seaweed tangled in gold, shimmering symbols of mixed numbers, Tremulous arrangements of cream gold folds of a bride's wedding gown--- A few sky bombs spoke their pieces, then velvet dark. The little boat at anchor in black water sat murmuring to the tall black sky. Carl Sandburg |
