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Happy 4th of July Poems 2018, Short Declaration of Independence Poems for Kids, Preschoolers

Happy 4th of July Poems 2018, Short Declaration of Independence Poems for Kids, Preschoolers:

Here you can have some real amazing short and best poems on United States independence day that is being celebrated on fourth of July every year.

On this day, America got freedom and formed as a nation. Here we give you some of the best happy 4th of July poems 2018 for you to read and share with your friends.


Many preschoolers, kids and children search for some good and short poems to by heart and write them in essay writing competitions etc.

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Happy 4th of July Poems 2018, Short Declaration of Independence Poems for Kids, Preschoolers

Poem 1:

"Today we celebrate freedom
thanks to those who came before.
Those brave men who fought and died
in each and every war.
Freedom always comes at a price,
And while we celebrate
We should tip our hats to the heroes

who made our country great."


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Poem 2:

"Every day more soldiers have to leave
to fight this war so we can be free.
they pack light to set out on their way
praying the war will end some day.
we have lost young and lost old
but all of those men were so strong and bold
In reality it doesn't seem too fair 
but when at war there is no time to care.
once in a while they may get a letter
from loved ones at home feeling a little bit better
They let them know they miss them so
but no time to cry the men must go.
They fold their letters up real tight
Putting them away for another lonely night.
slowly they rise to take their stand 
as each American soldier salutes with right hand.
They yell that they will be home soon
but tonight they're going to sleep with the moon
but not alone they have one another
To an American soldier those men are his brothers.
Each and everything they do
Is without a doubt for me and for you.
honestly, how many sit and pray
for each and every soldier on the field that day?
They don't draw names to see who they protect
So why need a face to match the respect?
They don't get hot home cooked meals
and I bet they would love a steak from the grill.
They are American Soldiers standing tall and proud
They deserve our respect, don't be ashamed, scream it out loud.
but at times, a soldier has no choice but to sleep
with those words I will close for now.
Saying as I go GOD BLESS AND REST IN PEACE."




Poem 3:

"When I travel about this great nation, I never cease
to frown,…. for wherever I seem to land and settle,
I call……
America, my hometown

When I cross the Golden Gate in Frisco Bay, the western
States,the Rockies and great plains, my heart wells up
with pride,….from emotions felt deep inside, and my tears
become so hard to hide.
America, my hometown.

From the golden shores and shining cities of the west and along the sandy shores towns and villages of the GARDEN STATE things still look simply great.

all through colonial new england and up to rugged coastline of the great State of Maine.
our peoples’ quest and dreams of liberty ,and freedom
still remain the same.
for justice,freedom and liberty for all, still ring true today,…..
just as the liberty bell, in our founders’ yesterday.
America, my hometown.

Along the mighty Mississippi from Minneapolis to
New Orleans,….our country’s morality and
patriotic spirit is alive and well, just as all our
other great and noble dreams.
America,my hometown.

Our founders’ vision of liberty and freedom in our country still lives
on today,throughout our nation in cities,both large and small and
along main street U.S.A.
as Lady LIberty stands ever vigilant atop her pedestal on the Bay as our founding fathers dream of
liberty and freedom still live on, to this very day.”
America, my hometown.




Poem 4:

"Fireworks and cookouts
And time spent with friends.
Swimming and playing
The good times never end.
But lest we forget
The reason for today
Let’s all say it now

Happy Independence Day."




Poem 3:

"We are born with dreams in our hearts, 
looking for better days ahead. 
At the gates we are given new papers, 
our old clothes are taken 
and we are given overalls like mechanics wear. 
We are given shots and doctors ask questions. 
Then we gather in another room 
where counselors orient us to the new land 
we will now live in. We take tests. 
Some of us were craftsmen in the old world, 
good with our hands and proud of our work. 
Others were good with their heads. 
They used common sense like scholars 
use glasses and books to reach the world. 
But most of us didn’t finish high school."

"The old men who have lived here stare at us, 
from deep disturbed eyes, sulking, retreated. 
We pass them as they stand around idle, 
leaning on shovels and rakes or against walls. 
Our expectations are high: in the old world, 
they talked about rehabilitation, 
about being able to finish school, 
and learning an extra good trade. 
But right away we are sent to work as dishwashers, 
to work in fields for three cents an hour. 
The administration says this is temporary 
So we go about our business, blacks with blacks, 
poor whites with poor whites, 
chicanos and indians by themselves. 
The administration says this is right, 
no mixing of cultures, let them stay apart, 
like in the old neighborhoods we came from."

"We came here to get away from false promises, 
from dictators in our neighborhoods, 
who wore blue suits and broke our doors down 
when they wanted, arrested us when they felt like, 
swinging clubs and shooting guns as they pleased. 
But it’s no different here. It’s all concentrated. 
The doctors don’t care, our bodies decay, 
our minds deteriorate, we learn nothing of value. 
Our lives don’t get better, we go down quick." 

"My cell is crisscrossed with laundry lines, 
my T-shirts, boxer shorts, socks and pants are drying. 
Just like it used to be in my neighborhood: 
from all the tenements laundry hung window to window. 
Across the way Joey is sticking his hands 
through the bars to hand FelipĂ© a cigarette, 
men are hollering back and forth cell to cell, 
saying their sinks don’t work, 
or somebody downstairs hollers angrily 
about a toilet overflowing, 
or that the heaters don’t work."

"I ask Coyote next door to shoot me over 
a little more soap to finish my laundry. 
I look down and see new immigrants coming in, 
mattresses rolled up and on their shoulders, 
new haircuts and brogan boots, 
looking around, each with a dream in their heart, 
thinking they’ll get a chance to change their lives." 

"But in the end, some will just sit around 
talking about how good the old world was. 
Some of the younger ones will become gangsters. 
Some will die and others will go on living 
without a soul, a future, or a reason to live. 
Some will make it out of here with hate in their eyes, 
but so very few make it out of here as human 
as they came in, they leave wondering what good they are now 
as they look at their hands so long away from their tools, 
as they look at themselves, so long gone from their families, 
so long gone from life itself, so many things have changed."





Poem 6:

"The 4th of July
It's time for the "Barbecue" 
And the "Fireworks" galore! 
And the "Beer" and the "Friends" 
And the "Burgers" for sure! 

But most important 
And I really must say 
Is that "America" got 
Its "Independence" today! 

Yes in "1776" 
The famous politician 
Senator "John Hancock" 
Had signed the petition 

That stated that our country 
Was "free" from all others! 
And that we would "only be governed" 
By our "American brothers"! 

So while we are celebrating 
This "great day of fun" 
Let us always remember 
What our forefathers had done."

Poem 7:

"Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed–
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There’s never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek–
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one’s own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean–
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today–O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That’s made America the land it has become.
O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home–
For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore,
And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came
To build a “homeland of the free.”

The free?

Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we’ve dreamed
And all the songs we’ve sung
And all the hopes we’ve held
And all the flags we’ve hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay–
Except the dream that’s almost dead today.

O, let America be America again–
The land that never has been yet–
And yet must be–the land where every man is free.
The land that’s mine–the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME–
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.
Sure, call me any ugly name you choose–
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!

O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath–
America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain–
All, all the stretch of these great green states–
And make America again!




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