Red White and Blue - Dedicated To Old Glory

First time I saw them all together, They were waving at me from old glory. Never saw so many stars before that day either; There were a lot of nights I saw more yet not as close. Ripples of freedom met my eyes that sunny afternoon; That special piece of cloth transfixing a little boy's mind, Finding later that heroes had kept her flying all along. Watching now as evil ones try to burn her down. Problem is they'll have to torch every liberty loving heart, Now that task will not be a simple one to accomplish. Ever tried to lock up a spirit and keep it there? No colors in any rainbow have ever flown brighter. Even with the many faults that have creased her fabric, She still soars freer above those who would bring her down. This flag which once mesmerized that five year old boy, Wraps around this man now in an embrace that won't let go. Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved "A poem to me is the essence of any thought, Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky. It can fly like no other bird to places never seen, Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place." © 2014 Robert William Gruhn