Long has it waved

Posted by Viewfinder (Bradenton, United States) on 4 July 2007 in Miscellaneous and Portfolio.

In honor of this tattered old flag on Independence Day:

O beautiful, for spacious skies
For amber waves of grain
For purple mountains' majesty
Across thy fruited plain
America, America
God shed His grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea.

Happy 4th of July.

Please pray for Bella.

Bella Update: 07/23/08. Wednesday. Another good Bella morning, she is in good spirits, even with they mysterious disappearance of our normally numerous and active neighborhood squirrel population. Maybe "Sheriff Bella" has cleaned out Dodge and sent all those tree-climbing hoodlums packing. Heh.

Bella and I appreciate each of you for caring and praying. Please understand this miracle being prayed for, because although it is day by day, it also may take a bit of time for completion: Bella's battle for life, wellness, and a healed heart isn't a sprint but a long-distance run.

What we have right now are daily blessings: I am prayerfully thankful that her good days may be God's bit by bit miracle that is slowly unfolding.

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Comments (11)

Cheap Camera Tricks from Antelope Valley, United States

Happy birthday, America. :)

4 Jul 2007 2:08am

Myst from Bologna, Italy

Happy 4th July! Great composition!

4 Jul 2007 2:15am

allyy`* from Singapore, Singapore

tattered indeed! i can see the frays, haha.

4 Jul 2007 6:51am

Francis from New York City, United States

She's a Grand 'Ol Flag.
Happy Birthday USA.
;-)

4 Jul 2007 7:08am

HorseRotorVator from Newton, United States

Happy 4th pal! :) Great shot!

4 Jul 2007 8:15am

bronzebilly u.k. from cardiff, United Kingdom

hey Viewfinder--that's a grand old one--billy

4 Jul 2007 8:15pm

Francis Scott Key from Fort McHenry, United States

Oh, 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 the 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, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines on 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 is that band 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 wiped out their foul footstep's 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.

Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war's desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when 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!

Francis Scott Key (1779 - 1843)

4 Jul 2007 8:31pm