THE OLE' FLAG by Sean Morris

THE OLE’ FLAG By Sean Morris -posted with his permission It’s gotten a bit frayed now Its cotton culler’s faded see, Aroun’ the edges, ah, well Guess it’s a lot like me. It’s been in the dooryard nigh’ on Four generations, Lord knows, Attached to the Ole Pole awavin’ Any way the wind blows. The Ole’ Flag can still bring on A glow of emotion, a sigh When it snaps to an’ stretches out Like cloth pinned to the sky. Its culler’s once were carried with pride Aroun’ the world just ‘bout everywhere In theatres of war where heroes died So that others would breathe free air. I’ve seen it in the sunrise Sil’vry dew hung on the bars, An’ against the golden sunset That bursts into blindin’ stars. The Ole’ Flag, how proud it flies Yet half-mast would befit it best, When this last ol’e soldier dies An’ goes to his LONG rest Sean Morris 1-26-09