Over and above the great peaks,
At night, were fiery sparks seen,
Freedom celebrated with pyrotechnics,
Illuminating the sky, was a bright scene.
Mountains, they moved, fighting for it,
With swords, guns and words in revolution,
Not giving up, nor surrendering in defeat,
For life and liberty were the solution.
Spangled with stars, was the great banner,
Heads held high, with happiness and pride.
Tradition dictates, celebration in this manner,
Two-Three-Four, of course, was a great ride!
i like this one...a celebratory poem, well written
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