The American Flag.
Her heraldry is well know to all,
Fifty white stars on a quarter of blue,
Represent each state of our great union,
And the solidarity which they endue,
Thirteen stripes alternate red then white,
The original thirteen
by Tom Zart
OUR FLAG
Our flag is fabric wove of thread,
Carried by heroes live and dead.
She stands for justice and courage too,
With her colors; red, white and blue.
For all who serve her, there'll be cheers,
For any who die, there'll be tears,
For
I AM YOUR FLAG
Look at me and recognize
Exactly who I am,
I am the banner flying over you.
I represent your land.
I am all American
And I represent you,
The people of this Nation,
My colors, red, white and blue.
I am the sentinel of freedom,
I
The Day The Flag Stood Still'05
On that cold winter day,
Here, in the home of the brave,
The red, white and blue,
Stood silent, no wave...
No breeze lifted her,
The day was dark,
She'd lost her flutter,
Her stars held no spark...
It seemed
by Makala Shay
On every government building, far and wide.
Also seen on homes, waving with pride.
The symbol of the American way, and the
freedom for which it stands each day.
The widows of those, which have been lost,
given one as a symbol of freedoms
Casually thrown away.
The American flag's
tears were covered
with ketchup
and candy wrappers.
This iconic piece
of fabric unraveled
with abject humiliation.
Why did he have
to suffer such
a horrible betrayal?
He
I pledge to the flag,
Of which we have pride,
Sailing low,
Only at half.
I don't wonder why,
Because I know,
But I wonder how.
How your life meant more,
How you could be valued higher,
Than someone who meant so much.
Why does the flag
Our Stars and Stripes Will Always Fly
"In Flanders Field the Poppies grow..."
Another poem from long ago,
Another war, where young men died,
To buy our freedom, lay side by side.
Many wars have come and gone
We've won them all
They Burn the flag across the seas!
Trying to anger me.
I do not care because they can't see the flag I see
They Burn the flag in our homes!
I shake my head at their "freedom of Speech"
And then I look at the flag in front of me
Red,
by Aisha Billa
This Flag, Our Flag
Immortal substantiality, Indubitably
My heart, my soul- Unquestionably
This flag, our flag-woven with courage
This flag our flag- Feather of a dove
Thin strands of string sing tunes of loss
On the back of martyrs,
AN EMBLEM FOR ALL TIME
On the night that Betsy Ross finished the flag, that beautiful Glory,
On that same night she committed herself in thanks to God - to be...
To be all that her fingers and eyes and talents could be
For
by noname
COLORS OF FREEDOM
She stands tall, proud and courageous
She's our inspiration through and through
You know her well; she's Old Glory, red, white & blue
Some don't know the meaning of her dominant pride
Regardless of US situations
Our flag is not for sale
It flies above political fray
It can not be divided by any agenda
It will always reunite the true believer
It waves on high for all to see
It flies by land, air and sea
If fills me with its awesome glory
If
by Ed Coet
OLD GLORY
Flying high and
waving proudly;
perched atop
a silver orifice,
the magnificent
and beautiful
flag of honor -
Old Glory,
smiles upon
a grateful nation
with resplendent
dignity and distinction.
Red, White, and Blue
The flag or our country is red, white, and blue
It stand for all those who died for me and for you
Some fly this flag in vain
Let it stay out too long in the cold and the rain
It gets tattered and torn
Stripped
WAVE OF GLORY
A Poetic Manner on the American Banner
Hands upon our hearts, we stand,
As you fly, so bold and grand,
What a lovely sight, on view,
America's red, white and blue.
Crimson stripes and pure white stars,
Stitched in blood
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The flag that waves in the wind
the freedom red,white and blue
who could pick a better trend
for this great land we choose
Our hope is in the stripes
our pride is in the stars
the meaning in it wipes
the freedom near and far
We can take
Given to stand for a Land that once honored God,
Oh, so Grand,
The stories it could tell,
Children's hands of velvet touching it and feeling the promise,
That they too could grow up under the truth,
Yearning to be like their parents,