The young couple was happy
that day,
Out on their sunny day
picnic hooray!
Sandwiches and watermelon adorn
The holiday their child
was born.
I was born on the Fourth
of July you see,
That each year is
celebrated with glee!
Being in Boy Scouts and marching
bands,
Reminded me to love these
lands.
As I draw older with many
quirks,
I mostly avoid annual
fireworks.
And while the nation
salutes the flag,
This Yankee Doodle will
not brag.
I share my birthday with a
nation
And find a time of
contemplation.
Can I live a life to
somehow represent
Our great nation’s most
blessed event?
Charlie Doggett
July 27, 2013
As an assignment for the Hermitage Writers' Guild
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