It’s the Fourth of July. Happy Birthday, America!
Thirteen was the lucky number,
White stars dancing on a field of blue—
But far from blue, these dreamers gazed
Far beyond, stars in their eyes
And hopes for the future.
The path they blazed
Would set the world on fire.
Decades passed; the number grew,
More stars filling the field of blue
As more and more dreamers joined the dance.
New frontiers, more change and challenge,
Tested their resolve…
They took the chance
And somehow made it through.
Fifty is the number now,
Symbolic of the nation’s souls and more
From other lands with dreams the size
Of America, dreams of freedom.
Tough challenges await…
But what a prize
Awaits those reaching for the stars!