Its The 4th Poem by Dorsey Baker
Its The 4th
Its the 4th
of July
red white and blue
flags flying
high in the
crystal clear sky
winds of change
blowing strong
across the country
words of freedom
that you hear
visions of freedom
that you see
no matter where
they might be
its the 4th
of July
its morning light
no more night
hear fireworks explode
just down the road
bring out your flag
let it fly
its the 4th
of July!
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