While the storm clouds gather
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| it was a little overcast at Chinaman's hat |
far across the sea,
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| well, we crossed the bay to get back to this spot |
Let us swear allegiance
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| to walk on as long as we can. |
to a land that's free,
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| free swings----heck yes |
Let us all be grateful
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| and hold on tight |
for a land so fair,
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| does it get more beautiful than moments like this? |
As we raise our voices
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| you can't tell, but we're singing billy joel right now |
in a solemn prayer.
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| praying that I won't fall off the swing and that the picture won't come out weird looking. |
God bless America
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| bless you that we can forever have moments like a child on a swing |
Land that I love
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| even more than I love tireswings |
stand beside her and guide her
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| or just lean. |
through the night with a light from above
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| like....the....branch holding the swing |
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| surrounded by mountains on Schofield Barracks |
to the prairie
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| it could just be a field |
through the oceans
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| polish sausages are definitely shipped through the ocean |
white with foam.
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| the foamy stuff that is left after a slush puppy |
God bless America
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| water falling from the sky as we send fire up, a nice juxtaposition |
my home sweet home.
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| a different home, but home all the same. |
Happy Birthday America!
No BeachBoys, no personal fireworks, no jell-o flag cake!, no sparklers, no bbq sauce, no mom's 4th soundtrack (namely mo-tabs), no piccolo petes, no itchy grass, no barbeque
still swam, still sang, still saw fireworks, still had polish sausage, still heard Stars and Stripes Forever, still had potato salad
hiked, swings on the beach, philly cheese steaks, free food tickets given to us by a stranger, live Army Band on Schofield Barracks, rain during fireworks
life is good.
Not much missed on the jello-cake. Mom decided to take a low-sugar cake recipe and take out even MORE sugar. No sugar = Tastes like there isn't any sugar. Not the best Jello-cake.
ReplyDeleteGlad you had fun too!
what do you mean, No BeachBoys, no personal fireworks, no jell-o flag cake!, no sparklers, no bbq sauce, no mom's 4th soundtrack (namely mo-tabs), no piccolo petes, no itchy grass, no barbecue
ReplyDeleteThose are things that I usually have on the 4th of July. If I was home with you guys, all these things would have been present in my Independence Day celebration; but since I'm here, it wasn't.
DeleteFor the record, the low-fat, low-sugar jello poke flag cake was a joint decision Nan and I came up with for Jeff and the 'Betes'. And . . . we didn't have polish sausages this year. Alayna had just come from work, but she changed out of her lifeguard uniform--so no one in a lifeguard uniform setting off fireworks this year.
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