A Tiny Flag
A Tiny Flag
There rests a tiny flag in my garage,
That will fly from my yard on the 4th of July.
As much as it will stand for Old Glory then,
It will be remembered more for its giver.
The tall sweet man with gentle ways,
Who with three brothers fought for his country,
Who exampled Freedom by living Freedom’s life,
The good son, brother, father and husband.
In his fantasies, he might have wandered somewhere,
But his faith, his love, made him choose to be “free.”
“Free” from the ugliness of some other men,
A man who fought for, and gave reality
To the tiny flag in my garage.
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