POST 263 FREEDOM FROM SLAVERY FOR ALL RACES

HI,               

I HAVE A POEM TODAY THAT IS DEAR TO MY HEART  AND STILL GIVES ME CHILLS AS I READ IT !!!!!!!!!!!!! AS MY BLOG FOR THIS WEEK. IT SAYS BETTER THAN I CAN WHAT THE 4TH OF JULY REALLY MEANS SO NO MATTER HOW YOU CELEBRATE, I HOPE YOU WILL REMEMBER THAT WE LOST MANY AMERICAN LIVES FIGHTING FOR OUR LIBERTY AND FREEDOM FROM THE SLAVERY AND TYRANNY  BROUGHT US FROM EUROPE.  TOO OFTEN IT IS  FORGOTTEN IN TODAY'S DIALOGUE THAT WE WERE ALL SLAVES--WHITE OR BLACK OR YELLOW !!!!!!!!!! WE ARE FREE BECAUSE WE FOUGHT A MIGHTY WAR AND WON THAT FREEDOM  WITH THE BLOOD AND TEARS OF ALL OUR ANCESTORS.

 THANK THE GOOD LORD THAT WE HAD SMART MEN WHO VOTED TO SEAL THAT FREEDOM IN A 1787 CONSTITUTION THAT FORMED A TRIANGULAR GOVERNMENT (CONGRESS, THE SUPREME COURT, AND THE EXECUTIVE BRANCH) AND THOMAS JEFFERSON , WHO CREATED  AN ASTOUNDING CONSTITUTION THAT PROTECTS US EXCEEDINGLY WELL WHEN LEFT ALONE !!!!!!!!!!! WE ARE FORTUNATE AND MUST REMEMBER THESE GIFTS MUST BE GUARDED WITH GREAT CARE FROM THOSE WHO ARE ONCE AGAIN SEEKING TO TAKE THEM AWAY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CHEERS, CONNIE 


I AM AN AMERICAN
by Elias Lieberman
               
I am an American.
My father was a son of the Revolution.
My mother was a colonial dame.
One of my ancestors pitched tea overboard in Boston Harbor.
Another stood his ground with Warren;
Another hungered with Washington at Valley Forge.
My forefathers were America in the making. They spoke in her council halls!
They died on her battlefields.
They commanded her ships!
They cleared the forests. Dawns reddened and paled. 
Staunch hearts of mine beat fast 
At each new star in the nation's flag.
Keen eyes of mine forsaw her greater glory:
The sweep of her seas,
The plenty of her plains,
The man-hives in her billion-wired cities.
Every drop of blood in me holds a heritage of patriotism!
I am an American! I am an American!
My father was an atom of dust,
My mother, a straw in the wind
To his Serene Majesty.
One of my ancestors died in the mines of Siberia;
Another was crippled for life by twenty blows of the knout;
Another was killed, defending his home during the massacre.
The history of my ancestors is a trail of blood
To the palace-gate of the Great White Czar. But, then the dream came---
The dream of America.
In the light of the Liberty torch, 
The atom of dust became a man
And the straw in the wind became a woman
For the first time. See, said my father, pointing to the flag that fluttered near,
"That flag of stars and stripes is yours;
It is the emblem of the promised land.
It means, my son, the hope of humanity.
Live for it---die for it!" Under the open sky of my new country, 
I swore to do so, 
And every drop of blood in me 
Will keep that vow.
I am proud of my future.
I am an American.

HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY.     ENJOY THE  DECLARATION  OF INDEPENDENCE DAY (1776 ) AGAIN  ON  JULY 4, 2015                     CHEERS, CONNIE