THE OLE’ FLAG By Sean Morris
-posted with his permission
It’s gotten a bit frayed nowa
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
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