The Flag on Vetereans Day (a poem)

On Veterans Day the flag on high,
Against a brilliant November sky,
The cynosure of upturned faces,
Gazing upon its tri-colored graces -
Red for valor, white for purity & innocence, blue for
Vigilance & perseverance -
The eyes of some who look upon Old Glory,
Have seen war's battle-scarred face and can tell its story,
Tears well up as they remember distant places and good friends lost,
Knowing better than all others freedom's cost.
The wind picks up, a distant eagle soars nearer overhead
Pride wells in chests; those memories that are never dead,
Mingle with a nation's everlasting thanks eternally due,
As we all salute the Red, White and Blue.
On Veterans Day the flag on high,
Against a brilliant November sky,
The cynosure of upturned faces,
Gazing upon its tri-colored graces -
Red for valor, white for purity & innocence, blue for
Vigilance & perseverance -
The eyes of some who look upon Old Glory,
Have seen war's battle-scarred face and can tell its story,
Tears well up as they remember distant places and good friends lost,
Knowing better than all others freedom's cost.
The wind picks up, a distant eagle soars nearer overhead
Pride wells in chests; those memories that are never dead,
Mingle with a nation's everlasting thanks eternally due,
As we all salute the Red, White and Blue.