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oh, say can you see?

i pledge allegiance


Star spangled bangs in the black sky.  Sparks and sparkles ignite shattering the dark … and silence, to the percussion of explosions.  Watchers ooh and ahh as the sky show erupts to a baseline of God Bless America, home of the brave and land of freedom echoing strong and respectful. 

We are a country built on individuality and possibility.  A chance to do and become and have a voice took blood and work then, as well as now. 

So, during our sparklers and smoke bombs, hot dogs, potato salad and apple pie, river-floating, water balloon fighting, baseball games and parades, I plan to take time to remember what all the noise is about. Simple stated my country and freedom; the men and women who work to defend it.  I’m able to voice my opinions and live without the oppression that faces so many around the world. 

We are a strong, stubborn and tenacious people.  We are Americans and I salute our independence and our hero soldiers.

Oh, say can you see?

 Missy


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  1. So true. Happy Independence day. No fireworks here. Too hot and too dry. We will just enjoy the family of 3 gathering and call it an early night. The 95 + degree heat does not inspire one to stay out and blow off steam. :)

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