This is my official “Independence Day” post.
The flag still flies, and you can see it
more than any other day
as we remember patriotism
and the price we’ve had to pay.
The flag still flies because of heroes
who have given their last breath
ever since we fought Great Britain
wanting freedom more, life less.
The flag still flies in pride and freedom
in the hands of those whose lives
demonstrate the sort of courage
that brought victories from strife.
The flag still flies despite its losses,
and it waves yet fuller still
every time the price of freedom
means another life is spilt.
The flag still flies for all the veterans
of the wars now yesterday
bringing memories of old wars
and the ends of tyrannies.
The flag remains the sign of freedom
and the symbol for our land;
as we live and die, the flag lives on,
passed down from hand to hand.
The flag still flies, and will forever,
have I anything to say;
the flag still flies, but who will wave it