Flag Poem

I Am The Flag Of The United States of America

I am the flag of the United States of America.

My name is Old Glory.

I fly atop the world’s tallest buildings.

I stand watch in America’s halls of justice.

I fly majestically over institutions of learning.

I stand guard with power in the world.

Look up and see me.

I stand for peace, honor, truth and justice.

I stand for freedom.

I am confident.

I am arrogant.

I am proud.


When I am flown with my fellow banners,

my head is a little higher,

my colors a little truer.


I bow to no one!

I am recognized all over the world.

I am worshipped – I am saluted.

I am loved – I am revered.

I am respected – and I am feared.


I have fought in every battle of every war

for more then 200 years.

I was flown at Valley Forge, Gettysburg,

Shiloh and Appamatox.

I was there at San Juan Hill,

The trenches of France,

in the Argonne Forest, Anzio, Rome

and the beaches of Normandy, Guam, Iraq, Afghanistan

Okinawa, Korea and KheSan, Saigon, Vietnam know me,

I was there.


I led my troops,

I was dirty, battleworn and tired,

but my soldiers cheered me

And I was proud.

I have been burned, torn and trampled

on the streets of countries I have helped set free.

It does not hurt, for I am invicible.

I have been soiled upon, burned, torn

and trampled on the streets of my country.

An when it’s by those whom I’ve served in battles – it hurts.

But I shall overcome – for I am strong.

I have slipped the bonds of Earth

and stood watch over the uncharted frontiers of space

from my vantage point on the moon.

I have borned silent witness

to all of America’s finest hours.

But my finest hours are yet to come.

When I am torn into strips

and used as bandages

for my wounded comrades on the battlefield,

When I am flown at half-mast to honor my soldier,

Or when I lie in the trembling arms

of a grieving parent

at the grave of their fallen son or daughter,

I am proud.





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