All the years before the Corona pandemic, my Swedish neighbours from across the lake used to celebrate the 4th of July with a party, having themselves spent 32 years in the United States. To them I dedicate this poem.
July 4th, 2020 πΊπΈ
It is the fourth of July. A day we usually Fill with joy: Fireworks, parades and games Its names: Fourth of July: Independence Day.
United, free; No more a colony; A formal declaration Made of five brave men And Thomas Jefferson, Making history, and The beginnings of a USA.
So, Americans, My dear, dear Swedish friends And any there may be elsewhere, Let us wear the day In camaraderie and play. Most all in harmony. Happy, Happy 4th July! πΊπΈ