|My Family & I would like to extend our heart felt condolences to the families and friends of those men and women who have lost their lives during the Sept. 11th American Tragedy.
I would like to Thank the brave men and women who are fighting for our freedom over seas and to those who are volunteering their services still to this day.... the police, firemen, doctors, nurses, all whom are helping in the country's time of need.
My famiilies thoughts and prayers are with all of you. God Bless America! We dedicate this poem to all Americans throughout the world.
|I AM THE FLAG OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
I am the flag of the United States of America. My name is Old Glory. I fly atop the world's tallest buildings. I stand watch in America's halls of justice. I fly majestically over institutions of learning. I stand guard with power in the world. Look up and see me. I stand for peace, honor, truth and justice. I stand for freedom. I am confident. I am arrogant. I am Proud. When I am flown with my fellow banners, my head is a little higher, my colors a little truer. I BOW TO NO ONE! I am recognized all over the world. I am worshipped - I am saluted. I am Loved - I am revered. I am respected - and I am Feared. I have fought in every battle of every war for more than 200 years. I was flown at Valley Forge, Gettysburg, Shiloh and Appomattox. I was there at San Juan Hill, the trenches of France, in the Argonne Forest, Anzio, Rome, and the beaches of Normandy, Guam, Okinawa, Korea and KheSan, Saigon, Vietnam know me, I was there. I led my troops, I was dirty, battleworn and tired, but my soldiers cheered me. And I was proud. I have been burned, torn and trampled on in the streets of countries I have helped set free. It does NOT hurt, for I am invincible. I have been soiled upon, burned, torn and trampled on in the streets of my country. And when it's by those whom I've served in battle - it hurts. But I shall overcome - for I am Strong. I have slipped the bonds of Earth and stood watch over the uncharted frontiers of space from my vantage point on the moon. I have borne silent witness to all of America's finest hours. But my finest hours are Yet to come. When I am torn into strips and used as bandages for my wounded comrades on the battlefield, When I am flown at half-mast to honor my soldier, or when I lie int he trembling arms of a grieving parent at the grave of their fallen son or daughter, I AM PROUD!
MY NAME IS OLD GLORY LONG MAY I WAVE. DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN LONG MAY I WAVE. PLEASE FORWARD MY MESSAGE TO ALL WHO STILL LOVE AND RESPECT ME, THAT I MAY FLY PROUDLY FOR ANOTHER TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FIVE YEARS.