Her strips are known both near and far
Each state takes its place in the form of a star
She is rasied each morning so high in the air
But, most have forgotten why she is even there
They say who we are is what we know
A General named Washington with troops in the snow
The famous ride of Paul Revere
A boat crossing the river at Delware
The blood of her people shed in foreign lands
Protecting the freedom for which she stands
So many risk death by the depths of the sea
Getting to Freedom and sweet Liberty
But, blood stains her own soil as well
Lets not forget as the Alamo fell
The Civil War, Boston's Harbor of tea
The attack of Peral Harbor and ships sunk at sea
At times she has been pulled down and burnt
Been torn to pieces and drug through the dirt
Not by her enemies as you would expect
But, her own people she had vowed to protect
She has stormed the beaches of Normandy
Led her troops through Vietnam and Germany
Holding her ground at a parallel
Vets will tell you she has been through Hell
As Old Glory passes on the 4th of July
As fireworks burst in a mid-summer sky
I'll stand in respect and choke back a tear
Remembering a Flag we hold so dear
By Barbara Cox
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