I can hear the soft murmurs of laughter

and the joyful noise of friendship fills my ears,

In front of me snaps of red fizzle down the dark purple sunset

and booms of blue light up my eyes,

I can taste a sweet orange popsickle on my tongue

and the grilled hotdogs I ate earlier fill my stomach,

I smell the ambrosial fragrance of grandma's perfume

and the chemically aura of bugspray fills my nose,

The tall green grass I'm sitting on pokes into my legs

and the cloth of my family's matching shirt rubs against my arm in the nicest way,

America to me is memories and love

Our country to others is connotated with hate and fear,

My freedom is a prize

my citizenship is gold, 

I find so much comradery and joy when I see America

there are pounds and heaps love in just one stripe of the flag,

On the Fourth of July every American only feels pride,

as fireworks go off everyone knows the same sense of peace and satisfaction,

And I am brought to tears when my baby cousin plays with a sparkler,

because I know others cannot enjoy the simplicity of family