A Poem About My Birth
The young couple was happy that day,
Out on their sunny day picnic hooray!
Sandwiches and watermelon adorn
The holiday their first 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
About July 4th, 1940 – Written on July 27, 2013
American Flag photo made in 2005 by me in the Everglades National Park at Flamingo, blowing in a breeze on the flagpole, another nice memory.
¡Pura Vida!