Battle StarsThirteen stripes of honorFlanked by fifty starsBlue, then red-the color-Of solidiers' battle

On every government building, far and wide.
Also seen on homes, waving with pride.

The symbol of the American

The Day The Flag Stood Still'05

On that cold winter day,
Here, in the home of the brave,
The red, white

I AM YOUR FLAG

Look at me and recognize

Exactly who I am,

I am the banner flying over you.

I represent your

I pledge to the flag,
Of which we have pride,
Sailing low,
Only at half.

I don't wonder why,
Because I know,
But

Our Stars and Stripes Will Always Fly

"In Flanders Field the Poppies grow..."

Another poem from long ago,

Another

Casually thrown away.

The American flag's

tears were covered

with ketchup

and candy wrappers.

They Burn the flag across the seas!

Trying to anger me.

I do not care because they can't see the flag

This Flag, Our Flag

Immortal substantiality, Indubitably
My heart, my soul- Unquestionably
This flag, our

AN EMBLEM FOR ALL TIME

On the night that Betsy Ross finished the flag, that beautiful Glory,

On that

COLORS OF FREEDOM

She stands tall, proud and courageous
She's our inspiration through and through
You

OLD GLORY

Flying high and
waving proudly;
perched atop
a silver orifice,
the magnificent
and beautiful
flag

Red, White, and Blue

The flag or our country is red, white, and blue
It stand for all those who died for

WAVE OF GLORY
A Poetic Manner on the American Banner

Hands upon our hearts, we stand,
As you fly, so bold

The flag that waves in the wind
the freedom red,white and blue
who could pick a better trend
for this great

Given to stand for a Land that once honored God,

Oh, so Grand,

The stories it could tell,

Children's hands