Grand Old Icon

2008 Poetry


Grand Old Icon

I’ve always seen it waving in the breeze,
that grand old icon of a country loved.
Sure it has changed slightly over the years,
stars added as a beloved nation grew.

We look upon it with feelings of pride,
resolving to keeping its spirit true.

Sadly there have been times when frustration
caused some to use it to show their dissent.
Lighting it to flame so it burned crimson,
as blood spilled in wars that were rejected.

© 2008 Philip N. Carcione


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