Sonnettics

Which day is the “birth” day of the United States of America? 

Analogously, birthing a nation is like birthing a baby. 

Neither a country, nor a baby is “born” until its body is completely out of the mother’s body.

(And yes, there is blood and pain and crying and swearing in both instances.)

The “birth” of our country took 13 years and selecting a birthday depends on perspective:

September 5, 1774 the First Continental Congress convened in Philadelphia. (contractions)

July 4, 1776 Signing of the Declaration of Independence. (checking into the hospital)

September 3, 1783. The Treaty of Paris formally ended the American Revolutionary War and acknowledged the sovereignty of the United States. (delivery)

September 17, 1787 Constitution Day, commemorating the signing of the United States Constitution. (creation of birth certificate)

So, I vote for September 3rd, the day the United States was completely out of “mother” Britain’s body. 

Happy “Checking Into the Hospital Day” everyone!

It’s me you see the Kilted Sonneteer
My life is thus composed iambically
My feet are shod to take me far or near
I am a Kilted Sonneteer you see

A kilt to honor sonneteers of yore
Like Burns who dealt with bullshit from “the crown”
A tribute to the kilt he never wore
In dress or verse I’d never let him down

My songs are often metered by my kilt
My kilt a simple metaphoric line
Come look and see the sonnets I have built
The title “Kilted Sonneteer” is mine

And thus I share my sonnets far and near
Because I am The Kilted Sonneteer

Faith: Because in a world which requires us to choose between fantasy and reality, sometimes it just feels good to lie to oneself.