Sweet Home of Liberty

Home of Champions Rodeo, Red Lodge, MT

It is the 4th of July.  Fireworks have been going off in Laurel, MT for the last couple of days.  Tonight is the big show.  Laurel has the largest fireworks show I’ve ever seen.  It is truly amazing!  The  town is overflowing with people.  They come from near and far to watch the show this small town puts on.

It is a celebration and a half!  There are food vendors, craft vendors, and drawings for fantastic prizes for all who donated to the annual show.

My husband and I, and many others, had the day off.  It is easy to get caught up in the activities and forget what we are celebrating.

The fourth of July is our independence day.

We are so lucky to live in the United States of America; land of the free, and home of the brave.

We went to the Red Lodge Rodeo this weekend.  When the Stars and Stripes made its way around the arena in the Grand Entry, you could feel the patriotism; the respect and love for what that flag stands for.

I hope you all had a great 4th.  May we never forget how special our freedoms are.

Sweet Home of Liberty

Sweet home of liberty,

where I can live the way I choose.

I can worship in my church of choice.

I can read the daily news.

I can vote for whom I wish to,

without fear of retaliation,

and speak my mind, and disagree

with the leaders of my nation.

I have the right to pursue my dreams.

My life is of my making.

But with that right comes sacrifice,

some giving with the taking.

Sweet home of liberty,

forgive me if I brag,

about the honor, love, and valor,

that stands behind your flag.

Sheryl Craig Russell



2 thoughts on “Sweet Home of Liberty

  1. Such a wonderful poem, Sheryl. And that photo of the flag-bearer is wonderful. I have a friend who’s photographed many rodeos in his part of Kansas, and I think those entrances with the flags are great.They’re wonderful examples of good horsemanship, as well as beautiful examples of patriotic spirit.


  2. Thank you so much. I agree with you. I feel a tug at my heart anytime I see our flag, be it on a flag pole, someone’s house, or a car. But nothing stirs me more than the sight of our flag being carried on horseback at a rodeo, except when I see a folded one on a coffin.


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