Gladly marching two and two, Keeping time as soldiers do, Waving banner, beating drum, Here the singing children come!
Clean and happy, good and neat, What a sight for all the street! Smiling mother, come and see, Here’s an army brave and free!
Whose unlessoned fearless feet Need not yet to learn retreat: Waving banner, beating drum, Here the singing children come!
After discussing America’s Independence Day, have students make American flags and give them instruments. As you recite the poem, have them march around the classroom (or outdoors if possible). Before you know it, they will be reciting it right along side of you!
4th Bing, Bang, Boom Red, white, and blue Watching pretty colors is what I like to do. Is it on Easter, No, and not on Halloween. It’s the 4th of July! The best Fireworks I’ve seen.
"I Am Old Glory Flag of United States" Author: Howard Schnauber
I fly atop the world's tallest buildings. I stand watch in America's halls of justice. I stand side by side with the Maple Leaf on the worlds longest undefended border. I fly majestically over institutions of learning. I stand guard with power in the world. Look up and see me.
I stand for peace, honor, truth and justice. I stand for freedom. I am confident. I am arrogant. I am proud.
When I am flown with my fellow banners, my head is a little higher, my colors a little truer.
I bow to no one! I am recognized all over the world. I am honored - I am saluted. I am loved - I am revered. I am respected -- and I am feared.
I have fought in every battle of every war for more then 200 years. I was flown at Valley Forge, Gettysburg, Shiloh and Appomattox. I was there at San Juan Hill, the trenches of France, in the Argonne Forest, Anzio, Rome and the beaches of Normandy, Guam, Okinawa, Korea and KheSan, Saigon Vietnam. Know me, I was there. I led my troops, I was dirty, battle worn and tired, but my soldiers cheered me, And I was proud. I have been burned, torn and trampled on the streets of countries I have helped set free. It does not hurt, for I am invincible.
I have been soiled upon, burned, torn and trampled on the streets of my country. And when it's by those whom I've served in battle -- it hurts. But I shall overcome -- for I am strong.
I have slipped the bonds of Earth and stood watch over the uncharted frontiers of space from my vantage point on the moon. I have borne silent witness to all of America's finest hours. But my finest hours are yet to come. When I am torn into strips and used as bandages for my wounded comrades on the battlefield, When I am flown at half-mast to honor my soldiers, Or when I lie in the trembling arms of a grieving parent at the grave of their fallen son or daughter, I am proud.
MY NAME IS OLD GLORY LONG MAY I WAVE.
I love this poem!!! We use this poem a lot in the Navy for retirements...played with patriot music in the back round...usually there isn't a dry eye in the crowd.
By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world,
The foe long since in silence slept, Alike the Conqueror silent sleeps, And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.
On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone, That memory may their deed redeem, When like our sires our sons are gone.
Spirit! who made those freemen dare To die, or leave their children free, Bid time and nature gently spare The shaft we raise to them and Thee.
A Flag for me and you Sung to: " Three Blind Mice"
Red, white and blue, Red, white and blue, A flag for me, A flag for you. It is the flag of our great nation, It's honored by each generation. Join me now in a celebration, Red, white and blue.
Original Author Unknown http://www.preschooleducation.com
This land is your land, this land is my land From California, to the New York Island From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters This land was made for you and me
As I was walking a ribbon of highway I saw above me an endless skyway I saw below me a golden valley This land was made for you and me
I've roamed and rambled and I've followed my footsteps To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts And all around me a voice was sounding This land was made for you and me
The sun comes shining as I was strolling The wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling The fog was lifting a voice come chanting This land was made for you and me
As I was walkin' - I saw a sign there And that sign said - no tress passin' But on the other side .... it didn't say nothin! Now that side was made for you and me!
In the squares of the city - In the shadow of the steeple Near the relief office - I see my people And some are grumblin' and some are wonderin' If this land's still made for you and me.
Those summer days with nothing to do. I’d go out to play And stay out all day, Have adventures in the backyard, And play cowboys and Indians with my friends.
Then school came along, Filling up those empty days, Nothing to do Now drifted away.
Granpa dropped his glasses once In a pot of dye, And when he put them on again He saw a purple sky. Purple fires were rising up From a purple hill, Men were grinding purple cider at a purple mill. Purple Adeline was playing With a purple doll; Little purple dragon flies Were crawling up the wall. And at the supper-table He got crazy as a loon From eating purple apple dumplings With a purple spoon.
O say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming; And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there; O say, does that Star-Spangled Banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On that shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam-- In full glory reflected now shines in the stream; 'Tis the Star-Spangled Banner; O long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
And where are the foes who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country should leave us no more? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave; And the Star-Spangled Banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
O thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand Between their loved homes and the war desolation; Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation! Then conquer we must, for our cause it is just, And this be our motto, "In God is our trust"; And the Star-Spangled Banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
With our first fourth on that seventh month began A declaration of how we would forge our life In signature, John Hancock did lead by action The beginning of a nation which has firmly stood
As we stop to embrace our Independence Day We should reflect back from this sixth millennium year Looking to the many trials we have faced as a country Most vividly, to that infamous September morn
We have never, and never will succumb to threat Our rigid foundation is of, by, and for the people We heed the message of President John F. Kennedy It is what we do for our country that stands us tall
As good citizens we put our trust in God, and each other Under one flag we stand, united for all the world to see Our Stars and Stripes form the Old Glory we so revere And how gallant are those who march with our colors
As Americans, we hold freedom as a certainty Our bravest have given their all to this end If not for their willingness, we would not be The cost of liberty demands this commitment
So many have endured the precious loss of loved ones We must stay aware of the tragedy they live with For they, more than any, feel the total cost of sacrifice Praise their fallen heroes, they left freedom for us
My Dear Americans, as we take time to celebrate This independence held so deep in our hearts I hope that the following thoughts of America Bring forth emotion, for the USA that we love
We shall always be ‘the land of the free' We shall always be ‘the home of the brave’ We shall always hear ‘God Bless America’ We shall always love ‘Mom and Apple Pie’
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Jennifer Stevens
July Poem
Due: Oct. 12
The Singing Children
By Maude Keary
Gladly marching two and two,
Keeping time as soldiers do,
Waving banner, beating drum,
Here the singing children come!
Clean and happy, good and neat,
What a sight for all the street!
Smiling mother, come and see,
Here’s an army brave and free!
Whose unlessoned fearless feet
Need not yet to learn retreat:
Waving banner, beating drum,
Here the singing children come!
After discussing America’s Independence Day, have students make American flags and give them instruments. As you recite the poem, have them march around the classroom (or outdoors if possible). Before you know it, they will be reciting it right along side of you!
Independence Day:
4th
Bing, Bang, Boom
Red, white, and blue
Watching pretty colors is what I like to do.
Is it on Easter, No, and not on Halloween.
It’s the 4th of July!
The best Fireworks I’ve seen.
Home of the Brave
by Roger Robicheau
Through the feel of war they brave this day
How proud they stand, their unselfish way
Our soldiers bear what we cannot see
They assure our right to live life free
Each trained will face an unknown fate
Our support they need, don’t hesitate
Just imagine how this land would be
Without their courage - catastrophe
All the liberties we have grown to know
Would not exist, this life would go
Find a thankfulness within your mind
Speak gratitude for our bravest kind
Have the willingness to show you care
For fallen heroes, hold back no tear
Reach out to God with his guiding light
For our troops do pray, both day and night
America raise your flags to wave
For we truly are 'home of the brave'
http://www.apples4theteacher.com/holidays/fourth-of-july/kids-poems/home-of-the-brave.html
Old Uncle Sam
by Roger Robicheau
You all know me, I’m Uncle Sam
So gosh darn proud, oh yes I am
I’m for this country, all the way
But you knew that, I'll never sway
I've been around for quite awhile
Forget my age, I’m still in style
Like Yankee Doodle, yes siree
Like Troy, New York’s great history
I’m so proud Yankee Doodle’s kin
And proud what Troy for me has been
‘Twas Eighteen Twelve when all began
Too bad there was no cameraman
Our country fought its second war
We would prevail, just like before
Your Uncle Sam knows all too well
The facts are clear, war can be hell
Stay close to your Old Uncle Sam
I'm here for you, that’s what I am
We are the great Land of The Free
Thanks to those marching faithfully
Salute and thank the brave you see
Do not forget, they’re tops with me
America, stand up and cheer
Our forces keep our freedom clear
One Nation Under God we stay
This truth endures to greet each day
My time now draws to bid farewell
‘Twas grand to have you for a spell
Goodbye to you, each worthy friend
God Bless You, all my love I send
Jacques
Due Oct. 12th
July-Indpendence
Old Uncle Sam
by Roger Robicheau
You all know me, I’m Uncle Sam
So gosh darn proud, oh yes I am
I’m for this country, all the way
But you knew that, I'll never sway
I've been around for quite awhile
Forget my age, I’m still in style
Like Yankee Doodle, yes siree
Like Troy, New York’s great history
I’m so proud Yankee Doodle’s kin
And proud what Troy for me has been
‘Twas Eighteen Twelve when all began
Too bad there was no cameraman
Our country fought its second war
We would prevail, just like before
Your Uncle Sam knows all too well
The facts are clear, war can be hell
Stay close to your Old Uncle Sam
I'm here for you, that’s what I am
We are the great Land of The Free
Thanks to those marching faithfully
Salute and thank the brave you see
Do not forget, they’re tops with me
America, stand up and cheer
Our forces keep our freedom clear
One Nation Under God we stay
This truth endures to greet each day
***
My time now draws to bid farewell
‘Twas grand to have you for a spell
Goodbye to you, each worthy friend
God Bless You, all my love I send
©2006Roger J. Robicheau
"I Am Old Glory Flag of United States"
Author: Howard Schnauber
I fly atop the world's tallest buildings.
I stand watch in America's halls of justice.
I stand side by side with the Maple Leaf on the worlds longest undefended border.
I fly majestically over institutions of learning.
I stand guard with power in the world.
Look up and see me.
I stand for peace, honor, truth and justice.
I stand for freedom.
I am confident.
I am arrogant.
I am proud.
When I am flown with my fellow banners,
my head is a little higher,
my colors a little truer.
I bow to no one!
I am recognized all over the world.
I am honored - I am saluted.
I am loved - I am revered.
I am respected -- and I am feared.
I have fought in every battle of every war for more then 200 years. I was flown at Valley Forge, Gettysburg, Shiloh and Appomattox. I was there at San Juan Hill, the trenches of France, in the Argonne Forest, Anzio, Rome and the beaches of Normandy, Guam, Okinawa, Korea and KheSan, Saigon Vietnam.
Know me,
I was there.
I led my troops, I was dirty, battle worn and tired,
but my soldiers cheered me, And I was proud.
I have been burned, torn and trampled on the streets of countries I have helped set free. It does not hurt,
for I am invincible.
I have been soiled upon, burned, torn and trampled on the streets of my country. And when it's by those whom I've served in battle -- it hurts.
But I shall overcome -- for I am strong.
I have slipped the bonds of Earth and stood watch over the uncharted frontiers of space from my vantage point on the moon.
I have borne silent witness to all
of America's finest hours.
But my finest hours are yet to come.
When I am torn into strips and used as bandages for my wounded comrades on the battlefield,
When I am flown at half-mast to honor my soldiers,
Or when I lie in the trembling arms of a grieving parent at the grave of their fallen son or daughter,
I am proud.
MY NAME IS OLD GLORY LONG MAY I WAVE.
I love this poem!!! We use this poem a lot in the Navy for retirements...played with patriot music in the back round...usually there isn't a dry eye in the crowd.
Concord Hymn
by Ralph Waldo Emerson
By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood,
And fired the shot heard round the world,
The foe long since in silence slept,
Alike the Conqueror silent sleeps,
And Time the ruined bridge has swept
Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.
On this green bank, by this soft stream,
We set to-day a votive stone,
That memory may their deed redeem,
When like our sires our sons are gone.
Spirit! who made those freemen dare
To die, or leave their children free,
Bid time and nature gently spare
The shaft we raise to them and Thee.
A Flag for me and you
Sung to: " Three Blind Mice"
Red, white and blue,
Red, white and blue,
A flag for me,
A flag for you.
It is the flag of our great nation,
It's honored by each generation.
Join me now in a celebration,
Red, white and blue.
Original Author Unknown
http://www.preschooleducation.com
This Land is Your Land
By: Woody Guthrie
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me
As I was walking a ribbon of highway
I saw above me an endless skyway
I saw below me a golden valley
This land was made for you and me
I've roamed and rambled and I've followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
And all around me a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me
The sun comes shining as I was strolling
The wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
The fog was lifting a voice come chanting
This land was made for you and me
As I was walkin' - I saw a sign there
And that sign said - no tress passin'
But on the other side .... it didn't say nothin!
Now that side was made for you and me!
In the squares of the city - In the shadow of the steeple
Near the relief office - I see my people
And some are grumblin' and some are wonderin'
If this land's still made for you and me.
"This Tradition"
It's an American tradition,
this Fourth of Huly,
to barbeque and drink--
festive with family.
When dusk comes,
blasts light up above;
sparkles and smoke
with awes beneath
when 10 years past,
the night remains
forever in memory
Author Unknown
I Know a Place Where Summer Strives
by Emily Dickinson
I know a place where Summer strives
With such a practised Frost —
She — each year — leads her Daisies back —
Recording briefly — "Lost" —
But when the South Wind stirs the Pools
And struggles in the lanes —
Her Heart misgives Her, for Her Vow —
And she pours soft Refrains
Into the lap of Adamant —
And spices — and the Dew —
That stiffens quietly to Quartz —
Upon her Amber Shoe —
Summer Days
By
Travis Hesterberg
Those summer days with nothing to do.
I’d go out to play
And stay out all day,
Have adventures in the backyard,
And play cowboys and Indians with my friends.
Then school came along,
Filling up those empty days,
Nothing to do
Now drifted away.
I Wrote Myself a Letter
I wrote myself a letter.
I mailed it right away.
And, sure enough, the carrier,
delivered it today.
I couldn't wait to get it.
I nearly had to shout.
I quickly tore the envelope
and pulled the letter out.
--Kenn Nesbitt
I anxiously unfolded it
but now I must concede,
I'm clueless as to what it says.
I haven't learned to read.
Granpa Dropped His Glasses
Leroy F. Jackson
Granpa dropped his glasses once
In a pot of dye,
And when he put them on again
He saw a purple sky.
Purple fires were rising up
From a purple hill,
Men were grinding purple cider
at a purple mill.
Purple Adeline was playing
With a purple doll;
Little purple dragon flies
Were crawling up the wall.
And at the supper-table
He got crazy as a loon
From eating purple apple dumplings
With a purple spoon.
by Roger Robicheau
One Nation Under God we live
Think about all some had to give
We the people share freedom’s life
In a world of ever present strife
Be grateful to those who keep this true
Warriors of our red, white, and blue
They're trained by those of great skill
Honed to perform, so strong their will
They show what love is all about
They’ll fight for us, there is no doubt
Defending bravely what we are
No holding back each heartfelt star
Highly praise these men and women
Giving thanks time and again
Those in uniform will always be
The golden pride of this country
The Star Spangled Banner
by Francis Scott Key
O say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming;
And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
O say, does that Star-Spangled Banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On that shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam--
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream;
'Tis the Star-Spangled Banner; O long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
And where are the foes who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion
A home and a country should leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave;
And the Star-Spangled Banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
O thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war desolation;
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation!
Then conquer we must, for our cause it is just,
And this be our motto, "In God is our trust";
And the Star-Spangled Banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Our Independence Day
By Roger Robicheau
With our first fourth on that seventh month began
A declaration of how we would forge our life
In signature, John Hancock did lead by action
The beginning of a nation which has firmly stood
As we stop to embrace our Independence Day
We should reflect back from this sixth millennium year
Looking to the many trials we have faced as a country
Most vividly, to that infamous September morn
We have never, and never will succumb to threat
Our rigid foundation is of, by, and for the people
We heed the message of President John F. Kennedy
It is what we do for our country that stands us tall
As good citizens we put our trust in God, and each other
Under one flag we stand, united for all the world to see
Our Stars and Stripes form the Old Glory we so revere
And how gallant are those who march with our colors
As Americans, we hold freedom as a certainty
Our bravest have given their all to this end
If not for their willingness, we would not be
The cost of liberty demands this commitment
So many have endured the precious loss of loved ones
We must stay aware of the tragedy they live with
For they, more than any, feel the total cost of sacrifice
Praise their fallen heroes, they left freedom for us
My Dear Americans, as we take time to celebrate
This independence held so deep in our hearts
I hope that the following thoughts of America
Bring forth emotion, for the USA that we love
We shall always be ‘the land of the free'
We shall always be ‘the home of the brave’
We shall always hear ‘God Bless America’
We shall always love ‘Mom and Apple Pie’
http://www.apples4theteacher.com/holidays/fourth-of-july/kids-poems/our-independence-day.html
In honor of Father's Day:
Anecdote for Fathers
William Wordsworth (1798)
I have a boy of five years old;
His face is fair and fresh to see;
His limbs are cast in beauty’s mould,
And dearly he loves me.
One morn we strolled on our dry walk,
Our quiet home all full in view,
And held such intermitted talk
As we are wont to do.
My thoughts on former pleasures ran;
I thought of Kilve’s delightful shore,
Our pleasant home when spring began,
A long, long year before.
A day it was when I could bear
Some fond regrets to entertain;
With so much happiness to spare,
I could not feel a pain.
The green earth echoed to the feet
Of lambs that bounded through the glade,
From shade to sunshine, and as fleet
From sunshine back to shade.
Birds warbled round me—and each trace
Of inward sadness had its charm;
Kilve, thought I, was a favoured place,
And so is Liswyn farm.
My boy beside me tripped, so slim
And graceful in his rustic dress!
And, as we talked, I questioned him,
In very idleness.
“Now tell me, had you rather be,”
I said, and took him by the arm,
“On Kilve’s smooth shore, by the green sea,
Or here at Liswyn farm?”
In careless mood he looked at me,
While still I held him by the arm,
And said, “At Kilve I’d rather be
Than here at Liswyn farm.”
“Now, little Edward, say why so:
My little Edward, tell me why.”—
“I cannot tell, I do not know.”—
“Why, this is strange,” said I;
“For, here are woods, hills smooth and warm:
There surely must some reason be
Why you would change sweet Liswyn farm
For Kilve by the green sea.”
At this, my boy hung down his head,
He blushed with shame, nor made reply;
And three times to the child I said,
“Why, Edward, tell me why?”
His head he raised—there was in sight,
It caught his eye, he saw it plain—
Upon the house-top, glittering bright,
A broad and gilded vane.
Then did the boy his tongue unlock,
And eased his mind with this reply:
“At Kilve there was no weather-cock;
And that’s the reason why.”
O dearest, dearest boy! my heart
For better lore would seldom yearn,
Could I but teach the hundredth part
Of what from thee I learn.
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