Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Red, White and True

 


This little poem is linked to week 167 of Saturday Centus.   To read other uses of the picture prompt, just click here.

You’re tattered.
 
You’re shabby.
 
You’re bruised now
 
and broken.
 
You remember before
 
and the lovely words spoken.
 
You flew once in breezes
 
but hang now in despair…
 
Indifference and apathy
 
abandoned you there.
 
But you gathered the slurs
 
and the hate and the words
 
and used them for courage
 
and shoved back undeterred.
 
It is woven in your fabric
 
DNA’d in your thread
 
Your pride and your fervor
 
White, blue and red.
 
For so proudly you remain
 
At twilight’s last gleaming.
 
In the rocket’s red glare
 
People are streaming…
 
Toward a land growing brave
 
searching a way to be free.
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6 comments:

Sue said...

Amen. We are kid of on the same page with our 4th of July posts this year.

=)

Ms. A said...

Well done!!!

pasqueflower said...

Beautifully said!

Kris Osage said...

Loved this Jenny...nicely written !!! ;)

Kris Osage said...

Loved this Jenny...nicely written !!! ;)

Pat Tillett said...

Bravo Jenny! Great poem...