Thursday, May 25, 2006

Inspired by Love for My Country

I already hung my American flag on the gigantic green maple tree in front of my house for Memorial Day weekend. I even bought an American flag bikini. When I saw it in the store, I was feeling patriotic and sexy. It made me feel like sharing this poem…

Our Pride, Our Flag
by Roger W Hancock

The American Flag means much to all,
opportunity for some, to better their lot.
Life in freedom the dream to live out,
ponder the Red, White and Blue.

Sacrifice of blood the seed of liberty,
responsibility to all to keep the treasure.
Fight or vote your duty is sure.
Pay tribute to the Red, White and Blue.

Bravery in sacrifice displayed by red,
purity of liberty, shown in white.
Justice for all within the blue.
Freedom colors; Red, White and Blue.

One star now for each of fifty states,
First thirteen states one stripe for each.
Unity in diversity is our union's strength.
Power shown in the Red, White and Blue.

The union of white stars on blue,
when flag displayed, is on the left.
Red, white stripes stretching right.
Display it right the Red, White and Blue.

As we read from left to right,
display the flag to prominent left.
When on the platform it's to your right.
Salute with pride the Red, White and Blue.

The American Flag the pride of all,
of conservative right to liberal left.
Consider freedom, consider truth,
do it proud for the Red, White and Blue.


neilsthepoet said...

Young men

Young men combat reasons and feelings

Somebody tell me a story

I did it for the GTO's
I did it for the blondes
I did it for rock and roll
I did it for the brotherly bond

I did it for the chocolate malts
And the slow dances where I held her tight
I did it for the blue jean jackets
And those times I howled into the night

I know there are the bigger issues
But sometimes those simple things
Lifted up my heart
And let my spirit find its wings

To places where's there was bar b que
To back yards where there was beer
To places where there was laughter
And friendly voices I could hear

Sometimes it was those memories
That kept me driving on
That were as much of a light to me
As the sun coming up at dawn

But mainly we had each other
And the training we went through
Plus all that crazy on the job training
To focus our attitude and view

I can still see them now

And how we all shared
The silence heart aches and tears
And it always feels the same
Some time knows no minutes

Hours or years


Yeah I hear ya

Somebody tell me a story
Somebody tell me a joke
Tell me how you got to the beach
Even though you were broke

Tell me how that girl saw you
And walked right up to you
And smiled like heaven's mysteries
Was whispering low

Her sweet and secret clues


Yeah I hear ya
Somebody tell me a story....

8:51 pm
transcribed this time
9:48 am

N....again said...

"Our Pride, Our Flag" by Roger W Hancock was taken from the site
If you like that poem... just take a look at the many others by the same author at .