Old Glory
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I encountered this scene near Crested Butte, Colorado. Crested Butte is noted for being the “Wild Flower Capital” of the USA. In the spring of the year, it is an exceptionally beautiful place to view wildflowers. In the early days of fall, the aspen trees present a beautiful array of yellows and reds with backdrops against groves of pine.
The flag's 13 red and white stripes represent the 13 original colonies, and its 50 white stars on a blue background represent the 50 states. Each of the colors on the flag has a meaning: Red, valor, and bravery; White, purity, and innocence. Blue: vigilance, perseverance, and justice.
She stands proud,
On mountain trail,
All tattered and torn.
Her stars holding fast
To the cloth she wears.
The Fifty stars she bears
Her strips bleeding
The pain of summer’s end.
She must transcend.
She’s graced these snow-crowned peaks,
With Hardiness and Valor,
Courage and Sacrifice.
She’s Reigned over these mountain vales,
With Justice and Vigilance,
Strength and Perseverance.
She’s blessed those who’ve traveled by
With her Innocence and Truth,
Purity and Love.
She’s stood her many trials.
Though tattered and torn,
With Pride and Dignity.
Like an eagle, she flies
Over this great land
And galaxies far.
She blesses the springtime beauty,
The summer’s green,
The aspen, when they shed,
The snow when it falls.
There is much to honor
In this old flag of ours,
And the unity it personifies.
Tis nothing less,
Than Old Glory,
In all her Glory.
Copyright © Lon Wartman | Year Posted 2024
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