Please sit down, everyone, I'm going to tell a story (point to mouth.) About our country's famous flag- Its nickname is Old Glory. (point to flag) Stars and stripes are on our flag, They're red and white and blue. (point to flag colors.) It tells the world that we are free And proud to be here too! (Nod Head)
If tomorrow all the things were gone I'd worked for all my life, And I had to start again with just my children and my wife, I'd thank my lucky stars to be living here today, 'Cause the flag still stands for freedom and they can't take that away.
I'm proud to be an American where at least I know I'm free, And I won't forget the men who died who gave that right to me, And I gladly stand up next to you and defend her still today, 'Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land God Bless the U.S.A.
From the lakes of Minnesota to the hills of Tennessee, Across the plains of Texas from sea to shining sea. From Detroit down to Houston and New York to L.A., There's pride in every American heart and it's time we stand and say:
I'm proud to be an American where at least I know I'm free, And I won't forget the men who died who gave that right to me, And I gladly stand up next to you and defend her still today, 'Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land God Bless the U.S.A.
Hats off! Along the street there comes A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums, A flash of colour beneath the sky: Hats off! The flag is passing by! Blue and crimson and white it shines Over the steel-tipped, ordered lines. Hats off! The colours before us fly; But more than the flag is passing by. Sea-fights and land-fights, grim and great, Fought to make and to save the State: Weary marches and sinking ships; Cheers of victory on dying lips; Days of plenty and years of peace; March of a strong land’s swift increase; Equal justice, right, and law, Stately honour and reverend awe; Sign of a nation, great and strong Toward her people from foreign wrong: Pride and glory and honour,—all Live in the colours to stand or fall. Hats off! Along the street there comes A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums; And loyal hearts are beating high: Hats off! The flag is passing by!
How beautiful this land we love We cherish all good people of With pride we call this home our own Oh how our seed of freedoms grown American is what we are Our time has nurtured us so far For truth and justice we do strive Our laws are meant to not deprive We know we’re not the perfect place As we are of the human race In God we trust along our way His goodness near, both night and day So please do stop and pray awhile Ask help in facing each new mile
The American flag stands for freedom The red, white, and blue
It tells of sacrifice for freedom I beleive in Peace and Unity
Red stands for Power Our Nation so Strong
White Stands for purity and peace
Blue stands for Happiness
I Am Proud to be An American I stand Proud and True
I show Respect to the flag by placing my hand over my heart a moment of silence a quick prayer for those, who have fallen for freedom We are United We are One Nation I am Proud to wave our Flag so freely
I sought for the greatness and genius of America in her commodious harbors and her ample rivers — and it was not there … in her fertile fields and boundless forests — and it was not there … in her rich mines and her vast world commerce — and it was not there … in her democratic Congress and her matchless Constitution — and it was not there. Not until I went into the churches of America and heard her pulpits flame with righteousness did I understand the secret of her genius and power. America is great because she is good, and if America ever ceases to be good, America will cease to be great.
July: The succession of the four sweet months Robert Herrick
First, April, she with mellow showers Opens the way for early flowers; Then after her comes smiling May, In a more rich and sweet array; Next enters June, and brings us more Gems than those two, that went before: Then lastly, July comes, and she More wealth brings in than all those three.
Battle Hymn of the Republic by Julia Ward Howe (1861)
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword; His truth is marching on.
CHORUS: Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps, His day is marching on.
I have read His fiery gospel writ in rows of burnished steel! "As ye deal with my contemners, so with you My grace shall deal! Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel," Since God is marching on.
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat; Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him; be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me; As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free! While God is marching on.
George P. Morris, the poet, describes this Tea Party, and the origin of the tune "Yankee Doodle," in the following verses:
Once on a time old Johnny Bull flew in a raging fury, And swore that Jonathan should have no trials, sir, by jury; That no elections should be held, across the briny waters; "And now," said he, "I'll tax the tea of all his sons and daughters." Then down he sate in burly state, and blustered like a grandee, And in derision made a tune called "Yankee doodle dandy." "Yankee doodle"-these are facts-"Yankee doodle dandy;" My son of wax, your tea I'll tax; you Yankee doodle dandy!"
John sent the tea from o'er the sea, with heavy duties rated; But whether hyson or bohea, I never heard it stated. Then Jonathan to pout began-he laid a strong embargo- "I'll drink no tea, by Jove!" so he threw overboard the cargo. Then Johnny sent a regiment, big words and looks to bandy, Whose martial band, when near the land, played "Yankee doodle dandy." "Yankee doodle-keep it up-Yankee doodle dandy- I'll poison with a tax your cup, you Yankee doodle dandy."
A long war then they had, in which John was at last defeated, And "Yankee Doodle" was the march to which his troops retreated. Cute Jonathan, to see them fly, could not restrain his laughter; "That tune," said he, "suits to a T-I'll sing it ever after!" Old Johnny's face, to his disgrace, was flushed with beer and brandy, E'en while he swore to sing no more this Yankee doodle dandy. Yankee doodle,-ho-ha-he-Yankee doodle dandy, We kept the tune, but not the tea-Yankee doodle dandy.
I've told you now the origin of this most lively ditty, Which Johnny Bull dislikes as "dull and stupid"-what a pity! With "Hail Columbia" it is sung, in chorus full and hearty- On land and main we breathe the strain John made for his tea party, No matter how we rhyme the words, the music speaks them handy, And where's the fair can't sing the air of Yankee doodle dandy? Yankee doodle, firm and true-Yankee doodle dandy- Yankee doodle, doodle do, Yankee doodle dandy!
Red for the blood shed in the name of Freedom, for which we fought, united Blue for the oceans of time we have crossed, remaining the land of the free White for the peace we wish to share, all men created equal Stars to remember those who fought throughout the night bravely for our land Stripes to remind us of the lashings taken by the Prisoners of War With a seal, in God we trust We each are one of many, in which we stand united in Brotherhood A symbol of Pride A salute to those who died in the fight A blanket to cover us in times of need Waving high to show we are still here, undefeated With honor you are presented to the world
Fourth of July, how sweet it sounds, As every year it rolls around. It brings active joy to boy and man, This glorious day throughout our land.
We hail this day with joy and pride, And speak of our forefathers who died; Who fought for liberty in days of yore, And drove the British from our shore.
We, as descendants of that race, Should not now our land disgrace. Arise, freeman, arise once more, Be earnest as in the days of yore.
I’m wild today! I could swing from the trees, To see the parade march by. I jump and I shout and I let my joy out- Because it’s the Fourth of July.
I’ve eaten some melon and corn on the cob With a big piece of warm apple pie. And oh, what a treat when there’s shortcake to eat On the wonderful Fourth of July.
Now I’m dressed in a hat that is red,white, and blue, Watching colors spark up in the sky. There’s a bang and a boom, then I see a flash zoom- Hooray for the Fourth of July!
It's no wonder the blazes were a blunder, Scaring our heart beats with that tremendous thunder.
Grasping each other tightly in alarm,
We quickly realized the simple sound could do no harm. It didn't stop us from continuing our feat. In unison we each crafted our sorcery With a simple flicker of heat. One by one the colors arose, Displaying the very ultimate of all beautiful shows. These simple fireworks have no life of their own, just the spirit that each of us anxiously loan.
Our Country's Flag
ReplyDeleteOriginal Author Unknown
Please sit down, everyone,
I'm going to tell a story
(point to mouth.)
About our country's famous flag-
Its nickname is Old Glory.
(point to flag)
Stars and stripes are on our flag,
They're red and white and blue.
(point to flag colors.)
It tells the world that we are free
And proud to be here too!
(Nod Head)
I'm Proud To Be An American
ReplyDeleteby Lee Greenwood
If tomorrow all the things were gone I'd worked for all my life,
And I had to start again with just my children and my wife,
I'd thank my lucky stars to be living here today,
'Cause the flag still stands for freedom and they can't take that away.
I'm proud to be an American where at least I know I'm free,
And I won't forget the men who died who gave that right to me,
And I gladly stand up next to you and defend her still today,
'Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land God Bless the U.S.A.
From the lakes of Minnesota to the hills of Tennessee,
Across the plains of Texas from sea to shining sea.
From Detroit down to Houston and New York to L.A.,
There's pride in every American heart and it's time we stand and say:
I'm proud to be an American where at least I know I'm free,
And I won't forget the men who died who gave that right to me,
And I gladly stand up next to you and defend her still today,
'Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land God Bless the U.S.A.
Home of the Brave by Roger Robicheau
ReplyDeleteThrough the feel of war they brave this day
How proud they stand, their unselfish way
Our soldiers bear what we cannot see
They assure our right to live life free
Each trained will face an unknown fate
Our support they need, don’t hesitate
Just imagine how this land would be
Without their courage - catastrophe
All the liberties we have grown to know
Would not exist, this life would go
Find a thankfulness within your mind
Speak gratitude for our bravest kind
Have the willingness to show you care
For fallen heroes, hold back no tear
Reach out to God with his guiding light
For our troops do pray, both day and night
America raise your flags to wave
For we truly are 'home of the brave'
The Flag Goes By
ReplyDeleteHenry Holcomb Bennett
Hats off!
Along the street there comes
A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums,
A flash of colour beneath the sky:
Hats off!
The flag is passing by!
Blue and crimson and white it shines
Over the steel-tipped, ordered lines.
Hats off!
The colours before us fly;
But more than the flag is passing by.
Sea-fights and land-fights, grim and great,
Fought to make and to save the State:
Weary marches and sinking ships;
Cheers of victory on dying lips;
Days of plenty and years of peace;
March of a strong land’s swift increase;
Equal justice, right, and law,
Stately honour and reverend awe;
Sign of a nation, great and strong
Toward her people from foreign wrong:
Pride and glory and honour,—all
Live in the colours to stand or fall.
Hats off!
Along the street there comes
A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums;
And loyal hearts are beating high:
Hats off!
The flag is passing by!
This Land We Love
ReplyDeleteby Roger Robicheau
How beautiful this land we love
We cherish all good people of
With pride we call this home our own
Oh how our seed of freedoms grown
American is what we are
Our time has nurtured us so far
For truth and justice we do strive
Our laws are meant to not deprive
We know we’re not the perfect place
As we are of the human race
In God we trust along our way
His goodness near, both night and day
So please do stop and pray awhile
Ask help in facing each new mile
Jason Radel
ReplyDeleteTHE AMERICAN FLAG
The American flag stands for freedom
The red, white, and blue
It tells of sacrifice for freedom
I beleive in Peace and Unity
Red stands for Power
Our Nation so Strong
White Stands for purity and peace
Blue stands for Happiness
I Am Proud to be An American
I stand Proud and True
I show Respect to the flag
by placing my hand over my heart
a moment of silence
a quick prayer
for those, who have fallen
for freedom
We are United
We are One Nation
I am Proud to wave our
Flag so freely
Jayme 2005
I sought for the greatness and genius of America in her commodious harbors and her ample rivers — and it was not there … in her fertile fields and boundless forests — and it was not there … in her rich mines and her vast world commerce — and it was not there … in her democratic Congress and her matchless Constitution — and it was not there. Not until I went into the churches of America and heard her pulpits flame with righteousness did I understand the secret of her genius and power. America is great because she is good, and if America ever ceases to be good, America will cease to be great.
ReplyDelete"That Ragged Old Flag”
ReplyDeleteI walked through a county courthouse square
On a park bench, an old man was sittin there.
I said, "Your court house is kinda run down,
He said, "No, it will do for our little town".
I said "your old flag pole kinda leaned a little bit,
And that’s a ragged old flag you got hanging on it".
He said "have a seat", so I sat down,
He said, "is this your first visit to our little town"
I said, "I think it is"
He said "I don’t like to brag, but we’re kinda proud of
"That Ragged Old Flag"
"You see, we got a little hole in that flag there,
When Washington took it across the Delaware.
It got powder burned the night Francis Scott Key sat watching it, writing
"Oh Say Can You See"
It got a rip in New Orleans, with Packingham & Jackson
tugging at its seams.
It almost fell at the Alamo beside the Texas flag,
But she waved on tho.
It got cut with a sword in Chancellorsville,
Got cut again at Shiloh Hill.
There was Robert E. Lee and Beauregard and Bragg,
And the south wind blew hard on
"That Ragged Old Flag"
On Flanders Field in World War I,
She took a bad hit from a Bertha Gun,
She turned blood red in World War II
She hung limp and low by the time that one was through,
She was in Korea, Vietnam, She went where she was sent
by her Uncle Sam.
The Native Americans, The Black, Yellow and White
All shed red blood for the Stars and Stripes.
And here in her own good land,
She’s been abused, burned, dishonored, denied and refused,
And the very government for which she stands
Has been scandalized throughout out the land.
And she’s getting thread bare, and she’s wearing kinda thin,
But she’s in pretty good shape, for the shape she’s in.
Cause she’s been through the fire before
and she can take a whole lot more.
So we raise her up every morning
And we bring her down slow every night,
We don’t let her touch the ground,
And we fold her up right.
On second thought
I do like to brag
Cause I’m mighty proud of
"That Ragged Old Flag"
Written by Johnny Cash
Posted by Rebecca Selfridge
Old Uncle Sam
ReplyDeleteby Roger Robicheau
You all know me, I’m Uncle Sam
So gosh darn proud, oh yes I am
I’m for this country, all the way
But you knew that, I'll never sway
I've been around for quite awhile
Forget my age, I’m still in style
Like Yankee Doodle, yes siree
Like Troy, New York’s great history
I’m so proud Yankee Doodle’s kin
And proud what Troy for me has been
‘Twas Eighteen Twelve when all began
Too bad there was no cameraman
Our country fought its second war
We would prevail, just like before
Your Uncle Sam knows all too well
The facts are clear, war can be hell
Stay close to your Old Uncle Sam
I'm here for you, that’s what I am
We are the great Land of The Free
Thanks to those marching faithfully
Salute and thank the brave you see
Do not forget, they’re tops with me
America, stand up and cheer
Our forces keep our freedom clear
One Nation Under God we stay
This truth endures to greet each day
***
My time now draws to bid farewell
‘Twas grand to have you for a spell
Goodbye to you, each worthy friend
God Bless You, all my love I send
This Land We Love
ReplyDeleteby Roger Robicheau
How beautiful this land we love
We cherish all good people of
With pride we call this home our own
Oh how our seed of freedoms grown
American is what we are
Our time has nurtured us so far
For truth and justice we do strive
Our laws are meant to not deprive
We know we’re not the perfect place
As we are of the human race
In God we trust along our way
His goodness near, both night and day
So please do stop and pray awhile
Ask help in facing each new mile
And now I’ll end with words so clear
Concerning freedom we hold dear
Let Grateful Thought – Well Deep Inside
For Soldiers Brave – Our Country’s Pride
Whose Birthday Is It?
ReplyDelete- Unknown
Some birthdays come in winter,
Some birthdays come in spring.
On birthdays there are games to play
And lots of songs to sing.
My favorite birthday is in July,
And it doesn't belong to me!
It's the birthday that lights up the sky
For all the world to see!
Rockets glare, trumpets blare,
And bands begin to play.
Happy Birthday America,
It's Independence Day!
Terra Mangan
ReplyDeleteFlags Are Flying
Tune: “Frere Jacques”
Flags are flying, flags are flying
Oh, so high; oh, so high.
Flying for our country,
Red and white and blue,
Flying high, in the sky.
By: Liz Ryerson
July: The succession of the four sweet months
ReplyDeleteRobert Herrick
First, April, she with mellow showers
Opens the way for early flowers;
Then after her comes smiling May,
In a more rich and sweet array;
Next enters June, and brings us more
Gems than those two, that went before:
Then lastly, July comes, and she
More wealth brings in than all those three.
Battle Hymn of the Republic
ReplyDeleteby Julia Ward Howe (1861)
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword;
His truth is marching on.
CHORUS:
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps;
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps,
His day is marching on.
I have read His fiery gospel writ in rows of burnished steel!
"As ye deal with my contemners, so with you My grace shall deal!
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,"
Since God is marching on.
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat;
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him; be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me;
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free!
While God is marching on.
Fireworks
ReplyDeleteBANG! There goes another one,
Screaming as it goes.
It's getting high,
Up in the sky,
And fizzle-there she blows!
WHOOSH! Up high above the house,
Behind a trail of sparks.
Yellow, orange,
Red, and white,
Exploding in the dark!
By Gareth Lancaster
George P. Morris, the poet, describes this Tea Party, and the origin of the tune "Yankee Doodle," in the following verses:
ReplyDeleteOnce on a time old Johnny Bull flew in a raging fury,
And swore that Jonathan should have no trials, sir, by jury;
That no elections should be held, across the briny waters;
"And now," said he, "I'll tax the tea of all his sons and daughters."
Then down he sate in burly state, and blustered like a grandee,
And in derision made a tune called "Yankee doodle dandy."
"Yankee doodle"-these are facts-"Yankee doodle dandy;"
My son of wax, your tea I'll tax; you Yankee doodle dandy!"
John sent the tea from o'er the sea, with heavy duties rated;
But whether hyson or bohea, I never heard it stated.
Then Jonathan to pout began-he laid a strong embargo-
"I'll drink no tea, by Jove!" so he threw overboard the cargo.
Then Johnny sent a regiment, big words and looks to bandy,
Whose martial band, when near the land, played "Yankee doodle dandy."
"Yankee doodle-keep it up-Yankee doodle dandy-
I'll poison with a tax your cup, you Yankee doodle dandy."
A long war then they had, in which John was at last defeated,
And "Yankee Doodle" was the march to which his troops retreated.
Cute Jonathan, to see them fly, could not restrain his laughter;
"That tune," said he, "suits to a T-I'll sing it ever after!"
Old Johnny's face, to his disgrace, was flushed with beer and brandy,
E'en while he swore to sing no more this Yankee doodle dandy.
Yankee doodle,-ho-ha-he-Yankee doodle dandy,
We kept the tune, but not the tea-Yankee doodle dandy.
I've told you now the origin of this most lively ditty,
Which Johnny Bull dislikes as "dull and stupid"-what a pity!
With "Hail Columbia" it is sung, in chorus full and hearty-
On land and main we breathe the strain John made for his tea party,
No matter how we rhyme the words, the music speaks them handy,
And where's the fair can't sing the air of Yankee doodle dandy?
Yankee doodle, firm and true-Yankee doodle dandy-
Yankee doodle, doodle do, Yankee doodle dandy!
Independence Day – Poem
ReplyDeleteGary R. Hess
on this independence day,
we remember the years past.
we honor this very day
for our flag, old glory, has last.
on this independence day,
two centuries ago, we
declared our independence
for justice and liberty.
on this independence day,
a war began with writing;
John Hancock signed the paper,
and war began with fighting.
on this independence day,
seven years from the former,
the war was almost over
then England was defeated.
on this independence day,
not too long ago, children
from all around came to say
“pledge allegence to this day.”
as years went by old glory blew.
our flag had last and still flew.
on this idependence day,
old glory will last and sway.
ITS THAT TIME OF YEAR
ReplyDeleteAuthor Unknown
It's that time of the year
for the red white and blue
They stand for freedom
in all you say and do
Show off those colors
for all the world to see
Fly them proudly over
the air the land and sea
We celebrate the birth
of our blessed country
It surely is indeed
the land of the free
HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY!!
The Flag
ReplyDelete© Michelle Selby
Red for the blood shed in the name of Freedom, for which we fought, united
Blue for the oceans of time we have crossed, remaining the land of the free
White for the peace we wish to share, all men created equal
Stars to remember those who fought throughout the night bravely for our land
Stripes to remind us of the lashings taken by the Prisoners of War
With a seal, in God we trust
We each are one of many, in which we stand united in Brotherhood
A symbol of Pride
A salute to those who died in the fight
A blanket to cover us in times of need
Waving high to show we are still here, undefeated
With honor you are presented to the world
Fourth of July
ReplyDeleteBy Julia Moore
Fourth of July, how sweet it sounds,
As every year it rolls around.
It brings active joy to boy and man,
This glorious day throughout our land.
We hail this day with joy and pride,
And speak of our forefathers who died;
Who fought for liberty in days of yore,
And drove the British from our shore.
We, as descendants of that race,
Should not now our land disgrace.
Arise, freeman, arise once more,
Be earnest as in the days of yore.
Way Up In The Sky...
ReplyDelete(sung to "Row, Row, Row Your Boat")
Wave, wave, wave the flag,
Hold it very high.
Watch the colors gently wave,
Way up in the sky.
March, march, march around,
Hold the flag up high.
Wave, wave, wave the flag,
Way up in the sky.
July Joy
ReplyDeleteby Karen Jo Shapiro
I’m wild today! I could swing from the trees,
To see the parade march by.
I jump and I shout and I let my joy out-
Because it’s the Fourth of July.
I’ve eaten some melon and corn on the cob
With a big piece of warm apple pie.
And oh, what a treat when there’s shortcake to eat
On the wonderful Fourth of July.
Now I’m dressed in a hat that is red,white, and blue,
Watching colors spark up in the sky.
There’s a bang and a boom, then I see a flash zoom-
Hooray for the Fourth of July!
The New Colossus
ReplyDelete"Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
'Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!' cries she
With silent lips. Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.'"
-Emma Lazarus
The Fireworks
ReplyDeleteIt's no wonder the blazes were a blunder,
Scaring our heart beats with that tremendous thunder.
Grasping each other tightly in alarm,
We quickly realized the simple sound could do no harm.
It didn't stop us from continuing our feat.
In unison we each crafted our sorcery
With a simple flicker of heat.
One by one the colors arose,
Displaying the very ultimate of all beautiful shows.
These simple fireworks have no life of their own,
just the spirit that each of us anxiously loan.