Poetry |
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It has earned its due
by William C. Moore |
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With its red and white stripes flying,
Flashing fifty sparkling white stars On a blue field close to the pole, This is our flag - our symbol, our soul. It has earned its keep o'er two hundred years Proudly flying amongst bravery and tears. "Old Glory" waves so the whole world will know It has sheltered multitudes from fear of foe. This banner, wind-whipped from morn till eve Convinces the world and they all believe. Our founders stressed rights, not might, Allowing freedom of speech, not fright. Don't ever treat me in any way bad. Burning or desecrating is sacrilegiously sad, Igniting fire in all who served her true. Those who fought for the "red, white and blue." Our land of freedom is most certainly the best, Bounded by the Atlantic on East, Pacific on West. Three thousand miles of mountains, and prairies To shelter all whose creed, or language varies. It guides all of us through special events And when man-made wars become intense, Solidifying unity, holding American spirit true Until the agreement of peace comes into view. This banner we honor used to be on display In our nation's school rooms every day. And the full "Pledge of Allegiance" we'd say. This tradition must be reinstituted today. To show our heroic forefathers we do care, Let's display our patriotism everywhere. March 4, 2005
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