Rolling On The 4th Of July Poem by Richard Jarboe

It took balls, big balls back then, oh my,
It took balls, steel balls rolling on the 4th of July.
It took names, big names, signing on a parchment line,
It took faith and fortune rolling on the 4th of July.

You can see it on a postcard,
Fireworks in the air,
But if you're looking for a Minute Man,
He isn't there.

They're all gone, long gone,1776,
Now it's just us watching the eagle fly,
Hotdogs in our hand, beefy with mustard,
By veterans on the 4th of July.

You can see it on a postcard,
Fire crackers in the sky,
You can see it in the faces,
Of the thankful and the sly.

Forget about the dropouts,
And their right to move on,
Just remember the ones,
Destined to carry on.
Rolling on the 4th of July.

Summers come and go,
Along with the 4th of July,
Like spirits waving in the flag,
To those who said good-bye.