“Old Glory”

I see her there…above the trees
Waving gently in the breeze,
The mighty banner of the free,
Old Glory

Outlined against a distant cloud
High above the milling crowd,
She’s waving there…so free and proud
Before me.

I think of those who fought and fell
That we might still in freedom dwell,
We speak of peace each time we tell
Her story.

No tyrant’s hand shall ever mar
One single stripe, one single star,
Of that dear flag that waves afar,
Old Glory.


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