Not Francis Scott Key…
The pops and the bangs began at twilight
M80’s boom in the distance.
Burgers and chips and pink lemonade
and sparklers light up little faces.
Do they remember the words so penned
that to this day we hold close to our hearts?
The sweet sight of cloth, red white and blue
standing tall above the battered ramparts.
When freedom was not for granted taken
but dearly held close to the breast.
Those who fought then determined and brave
gave us the nation we know as the best.
So raise a toast to this good country
where the oppressed have oft longed to be
And remember the reason we celebrate
the birth of the land of the free.