The Flag of the United States of America
HS
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I am the flag of the United States of America.
My name is Old Glory.
I fly atop the world's tallest buildings.
I stand watch in America's halls of justice.
I fly majestically over institutions of learning.
I stand guard with power in the world.
Look up and see me.
I stand for peace, honor, truth and justice.
I stand for freedom.
I am confident.
I am arrogant.
I am proud.
When I am flown with my fellow banners,
My head is a little higher,
My colors a little truer.
I bow to no one!
I am recognized all over the world.
I am worshipped - I am saluted.
I am loved - I am revered.
I am respected - and I am feared.
* I have fought in every battle of every war for more then 200 years.I was flown at Valley Forge, Gettysburg, Shiloh and Appomattox.
* I was there at San Juan Hill, the trenches of France, in the Argonne Forest, Anzio, Rome and the beaches of Normandy. Guam, Okinawa, Korea and KheSan, Saigon, Vietnam know me.
* I'm presently in the mountains of Afganistan and the hot and dusty deserts of Iraq and wherever freedom is needed.
* I led my troops, I was dirty, battleworn and tired, But my soldiers cheered me and I was proud.
* I have been burned, torn and trampled on the streets of countries I have helped set free.
* It does not hurt for I am invincible.
* I have been soiled upon, burned, torn and trampled in the streets of my country.
* And when it's done by those Whom I've served in battle - it hurts.
* But I shall overcome - for I am strong.
* I have slipped the bonds of Earth and stood watch over the uncharted frontiers of space from my vantage point on the moon.
* I have borne silent witness to all of America's finest hours.
* But my finest hours are yet to come.
* When I am torn into strips and used as bandages for my wounded comrades on the battlefield,
* When I am flown at half-mast to honor my soldier.
* Or when I lie in the trembling arms of a grieving parent at the grave of their fallen son or daughter,
I am proud.
Please forward my message to all who still love and respect me that I may fly proudly for another two hundred years.
I am the flag of the United States of America.
My name is Old Glory.
I fly atop the world's tallest buildings.
I stand watch in America's halls of justice.
I fly majestically over institutions of learning.
I stand guard with power in the world.
Look up and see me.
I stand for peace, honor, truth and justice.
I stand for freedom.
I am confident.
I am arrogant.
I am proud.
When I am flown with my fellow banners,
My head is a little higher,
My colors a little truer.
I bow to no one!
I am recognized all over the world.
I am worshipped - I am saluted.
I am loved - I am revered.
I am respected - and I am feared.
* I have fought in every battle of every war for more then 200 years.I was flown at Valley Forge, Gettysburg, Shiloh and Appomattox.
* I was there at San Juan Hill, the trenches of France, in the Argonne Forest, Anzio, Rome and the beaches of Normandy. Guam, Okinawa, Korea and KheSan, Saigon, Vietnam know me.
* I'm presently in the mountains of Afganistan and the hot and dusty deserts of Iraq and wherever freedom is needed.
* I led my troops, I was dirty, battleworn and tired, But my soldiers cheered me and I was proud.
* I have been burned, torn and trampled on the streets of countries I have helped set free.
* It does not hurt for I am invincible.
* I have been soiled upon, burned, torn and trampled in the streets of my country.
* And when it's done by those Whom I've served in battle - it hurts.
* But I shall overcome - for I am strong.
* I have slipped the bonds of Earth and stood watch over the uncharted frontiers of space from my vantage point on the moon.
* I have borne silent witness to all of America's finest hours.
* But my finest hours are yet to come.
* When I am torn into strips and used as bandages for my wounded comrades on the battlefield,
* When I am flown at half-mast to honor my soldier.
* Or when I lie in the trembling arms of a grieving parent at the grave of their fallen son or daughter,
I am proud.
Please forward my message to all who still love and respect me that I may fly proudly for another two hundred years.
Comments
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Anne in Ohio
Thank you so much for looking up the author information. Unfortunately, the e-mail I was sent didn't have it.
Excellent poem.
Cyndy