I Am the Flag of the
Of
America
I
am the flag of the United
States of America.
My name is Old
Glory.
I fly atop the world's tallest
buildings.
I stand watch in America's
halls of justice.
I fly majestically over
institutions of learning.
I stand guard with power in
the world.
Look up and see me.
I
stand for peace, honor, truth and justice.
I stand for freedom.
I am confident.
I am arrogant.
I am proud.
When I am flown with my fellow
banners,
My head is a little higher,
My colors a little truer.
I bow to no one!
I am recognized all over the
world.
I am worshipped - I am saluted.
I am loved - I am revered.
I am respected - and I am feared.
I have fought in every battle
of
every war for more then 200 years.
I was flown at Valley
Forge, Gettysburg,
Shiloh and Appomattox.
I was there at San
Juan Hill, the
trenches of France,
in the Aragonne
Forest, Anzio,
Rome and the beaches of Normandy.
Guam,
Okinawa, Korea and Khesan,
Saigon, Vietnam know me.
I was there.
I led my troops, I was dirty, battle worn
and tired, But
my soldiers cheered me and I was proud.
I have been burned, torn and
trampled on the
streets of
countries I have helped set free.
It does not hurt for I
am invincible.
I
have been soiled upon, burned, torn and
trampled
in the streets of my country.
And when it's done by those
whom
I've served in battle - it hurts.
But I shall overcome - for I am
strong.
I have slipped the bonds of
Earth and
stood watch over the uncharted frontiers
of space from my vantage point on the moon.
I have borne silent witness to all
of America's finest
hours.
But my finest hours are yet to come.
When I am torn into strips and
used as bandages
for my
wounded comrades on the battlefield,
When I am flown at half-mast to
honor my soldier,
Or when I
lie in the trembling arms of a grieving parent
at the grave of their fallen son
or daughter,
I am proud.
Dedicated
to all who still love
and respect me...that I may fly proudly
for another two hundred years.
