As I hear the the very large fireworks display going on near me, and smaller explosions all around, I can't help but think about those who have fought for our freedoms. Our rights. Our independence.
Men, both young and old, black and white, giving everything for us. People they would never know.
Each explosion mimics a canon blast.
Each pop, a musket.
And today, men and women still fight to maintain our freedoms, our rights. Our independence.
We in America, no matter the color of our skin, our gender, our background, are blessed to be in this country.
We don't always agree, we don't always get along, but we are brothers and sisters, decedent's of those who fought all those years ago.
Happy Independence day America.
Home of Brave.
Land of the Free.
-- Edited by lilyofcourse on Sunday 3rd of July 2016 10:00:43 PM
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
After the final hymn at church Saturday night, as everyone was walking out, the choir sang America The Beautiful and the congregation sang as we walked. Loud and proud!
