A grown man weeps at a flag burning ceremony.
I cannot count all the tasks performed near that ever-watchful flag.
It carries to many memories,
It has seen deathly times.
Its valiant stars lit the sky on a dark, bleak night.
Its red stripes remind a lost soldier of all the blood spilt on this
country’s grounds.
Its white reminds us of our diversity,
And how it is the key to freedom.
It is our flag,
And our pride.

 
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