
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
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“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.”
― Emma Lazarus
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Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. One of the many exciting things I've had the honor of doing is writing and publishing in multiple genres (including education) in E. African for E. Africa. As a writer, it is a thrill to write for children (on all continents) who want to learn.
I've been part of the blogging community for more than 13 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2011 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the co-producer of that fast growing blog community.
I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers.
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Yes she does. Even with all many have done to deride her that grand old flag still stands for freedom!
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I like your poem, Leslie. 🙂
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Indeed a grand old flag.
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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
stars heart
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