Faded Glory by Raymond A. Foss
Flapping in the cold wind the grey skies, the feel of winter so soon the flagpole out of the small house held tightly against the blast a flag of our country snapping, tattered edges faded threads, lines in the stitching almost translucent now How long has it been a sentinel stood on watch, to honor to remind, to remember snapping tight in the wind waving at attention
November 1, 2007 12:57pm
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