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Published in “Eagles of Light”
Anthology of Patriotic Verse 2010
My Cloud white and five-point stars
join royal blue and strips of red,
stitched into a familiar pattern,
folded and temporarily put to bed.
The first time up the pole, crisp
edges flap and crack in the breeze.
Frosty air and rain pelts my sides
as I stiffen with winter freeze.
The sun burns through bones
and fades my vibrant hues
while wind-force snaps me about
to give me tattered shoes.
Until the last sigh, I give all
who view my face, bluff with hope,
a rousing sound of freedom's ring
before the slackening of the rope.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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