For flag day...
We can’t fail to feel pride, when we think of “Old Glory”
And think of the trials and sacrifices that are back of her story.
When we think of the stripes, patterned after the morn,
And the stars on their field of blue, each added as a state was born.
The white stands for purity of purpose, for which we’ve always aimed,
The red for the blood of patriots as they fell, either dying or maimed.
The azure blue field studded with stars of pure white
Shows our undying aim to stand always for the right.
All taken together and given to the eagle to guard
Gives warning to beware of your actions if you come in our yard.
The eagle’s far-seeing eye and shrill piercing scream
Are warning enough to shatter a tyrant’s fondest dreams.
These, added to our brave boys of the Army, Navy and Air
Should frighten any pair of jackals back to their lair.
And our acts of mercy should make conquered nations to feel
They no longer need fear the grind of a mad tyrant’s heel.
These are copyright 1996 and reprinted with permission.