Gallant stripes ripple in the breeze
children in unison pledge allegiance
at attention heroes salute her
beneath her the dead have lain
scorned, torn and burned
the battle beneath her rages
her rags wipe up man’s derision
emblematic she flies for freedom
“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest- tossed, to me: I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”
4 thoughts on “The Standard #flagday #poetry”
Yes she does. Even with all many have done to deride her that grand old flag still stands for freedom!
I like your poem, Leslie. 🙂
Indeed a grand old flag.
Moonie, your inner poetry has become a gift to us all. Moonie, I thank you. _m
hold the flag
that flies to heal this hurt