Colors Run True

Looking at Old Glory wave,
tears trickle at the thought...

Each star representing a great state,
Stripes reminding all of the first ones,
Shadow's cast of freedom here and abroad,
Surviving the burning and debate,
Worn for patriotic pride,
Covering the coffins of the fallen,
Admired by friends,
Feared by enemies,
Part of our national celebrations,
Honored by our pledge,
Life given to keep her high…

Makes one wonder why any,
Would dare to ruffle the red, white, and blue,
Knowing her colors run true!

David G. Bancroft
Copyright 2003
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