Despite our dear President’s tanks rolling down Pennsylvania Avenue like a bad action film, the 4th seems to be down several quarts; poignancy commemorating freedom on the lam.
Makes me think of Teddy, our 26th President, when he sent the Great White Fleet around the world during peacetime reminding our neighbors that we were always ready, but was classy about it, walking softly, carrying that big stick.
It wasn’t a tacky, hyped up exhibition at Epcot.
Our Founders who fought so nobly must be frowning from the ether wondering why Liberty lost lots of her luster.
When I grew up, my mother hoisted the American Flag from the upstairs porch that waved alongside sheets and towels billowing on our clothesline.
My Dad’s job was to put up the one in front of the house that I so remember was America the Beautiful at her best.
I was taught to be proud to be an American, and that no matter what happens, we’ll always be the greatest country in the world.
The Land of the Free.
When I see pictures of the Immigration Detention Centers filled with distressed children, my heart strings play Taps.
I think of Emma Lazarus’s sonnet at the base of the Statue of Liberty she never knew was so immortalized, dying of TB at the age of 38…
“Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to be free…”
and truly want to cry along with our esteemed predecessors I feel worthy to speak for….
The 56 Signers of the Declaration of Independence.
Thomas Heyward, Jr
Francis Lightfoot Lee
Richard Henry Lee
Thomas Lynch, Jr.
Thomas Nelson, Jr.
Robert Treat Paine
Thomas Stone George Taylor
Let Freedom Ring…