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The Fourth of July

Unfurled and draped
Clasped to rugged stanchion holds
Fiery colors so recently encased
Now blazon; presentation bold

Flap and flourish; draw attention…
Iconic salve for fickle folk
Most every other day, not even mentioned
But always at the ready, patriotism to invoke

Bright white astral bodies sail
Blood red bands contained by niveous stripes
Supposed Freedom; actually frail
Purchased but forgotten, despite all of the strife

Echoes of long lost heroes’ cries
Belittled by our flickering interest
Forefathers look on with anguished sighs
Our homeland; nation…weak symbolism at best

Next day, after picnics and flares
Encased again, stored up in garages high
Not to enter our thoughts or cares
‘Till the next Fourth of July

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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