Fourth of July Poetry

Tomorrow marks another milestone in Dragon’s Den’s history. As many in the US know, tomorrow is the Independence Day — the day each year we celebrate the signing of the Declaration of Independence and the beginning of the US Revolution. Given such an important day in this nation’s history, many writers have tossed their own thoughts into the air amid the fireworks and music. For this dragon writer, who loves fireworks in any shape and form, this tomorrow also marks the first Fourth of July in Washington. To celebrate this milestone, I present to you dear readers the top 10 poems for the Fourth.

I Hear America Singing by Walt Whitman

The New Colossus by Emma Lazarus

America by Claude McKay

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Good Night by Carl Sandburg

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Many ways to say good night.

Fireworks at a pier on the Fourth of July
spell it with red wheels and yellow spokes.
They fizz in the air, touch the water and quit.
Rockets make a trajectory of gold-and-blue
and then go out.

Railroad trains at night spell with a smokestack mushrooming a white pillar.

Steamboats turn a curve in the Mississippi crying a baritone that crosses lowland
cottonfields to razorback hill.

It is easy to spell good night.
Many ways to spell good night.

America by Allen Ginsberg

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Canada Anemone by Fleda Brown

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The Fourth of July Parade by Fran Haraway

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waiting on the mayflower by Evie Shockley

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Monuments by Myra Sklarew

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Of History and Hope by Miller Williams

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Sonnet to The Lunar New Year

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May the 2016 calendar show
astronomical phenomena days,
where spring solstice and winter new years grow,
and dark moons set the beginning ablaze.

Lichun signifies the beginning of spring
over 7000 miles from me.
Frost clings, gutters sing, and birds take wing;
sweet promises of warmth brought by the sea.

The year of the monkey has just begun.
The age of humanity was announced.
Our link to earthbound time is undone.
We’ve left traces of us in every ounce.

Yet, let us hold on to traditions past
when we looked to the stars to help us last.