A symbol
of respect, pride, and strength,
not to be
ruffled, wadded, or soiled,
to be
folded, unfurled, raised for all to see,
at home,
in school, at the old county courthouse,
as in going into battle resounding victory.
Not to be tattered, torn, or burned in effigy,
rather a
symbol of hope to those in bondage,
of hate
for those who seek to enslave,
of
patriotism to those who guard fiercely,
enshrined
with those who died for liberty,
entrusted
to each generation to decide its fate
to be the
most loved or most hated,
to be seen
in every city, state, and on foreign soil,
wherever seen America is found.
No other symbol rises above or would be
allowed,
representing freedom, recognized the world round,
a powerful
adversary to an enemy
a gentle giant to those who are represented.
A symbol of red and white,
with fifty
shining stars on a field of blue,
call it a
flag,
in reality it is you.
Thanks,
Mac McGovern
HMC, USN,
Ret.
(Reprinted here with his permission)

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