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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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...