OLD GLORY
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More than two hundred years ago
Betsy Ross sewed strips of rag -
From those bits of colored cloth
Was shaped "Old Glory", our grand flag.

Stripes of red and white
For the thirteen colonies -
White stars against the blue
Began waving in the breeze.

It's gone through minor changes -
With stars added, as we grew -
It's flown proudly o'er our land
And in some other countries, too.

That symbol of our freedom -
Should be protected, at all cost -
But now our reverence for it
Seems, to be getting lost.

There are some things so sacred
To our great American way
That, those who desecrate it
Should, have a price, to pay.

Even though each buys his own
That flag belongs to us all -
It's owned by all the people
And we should never let it fall.


© Del "Abe" Jones
June 14, 2005
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