TO THE FLAG"
(c) by John Jay Daly
of Washington, D. C. (1888-1976)
Here's to the Red of it –
There's not a thread of it,
No, nor a shred of it
In all the spread of it,
From foot to head
But heroes bled for it,
Faced steel and lead for it,
Precious blood shed for it,
Bathing it Red!
Here's to the White of it –
Thrilled by the sight of it,
Who knows the right of it
But feels the might of it
Through day and night?
Womanhood's care for it
Made manhood dare for it;
Purity's pray'r for it
Keeps it so White!
Here's to the Blue of it –
Beauteous view of it,
Heavenly hue of it,
Star-spangled dew of it
Constant and true;
Diadems gleam for it,
States stand Supreme for it
Liberty's beam for it
Brightens the Blue!
Here's to the Whole of it –
Stars, stripes and pole of it,
Body and soul of it,
O, and the roll of it,
Sun shining through;
Hearts in accord for it
Swear by the sword for it,
Thanking the Lord for it,
Red, White and Blue!
I AM OLD GLORY
I am the Flag
of the United States of America.
I was conceived in the dreams of liberty and the hopes of freedom.
Though I was never an orphan, I was adopted by the
Continental Congress in 1777 and proclaimed the National Emblem
of a nation newly born on this continent, fighting valiantly
for survival and destined to bring to all mankind a new concept of
life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
I have been
many places and
witnessed many events in our American History.
I was there when they fired the shot hear 'Round the World',
and when General George Washington became Commander-In-Chief.
I was there in the late twilight at Fort McHenry
and inspired Francis Scott Key to write "The Star Spangled Banner".
I saw Molly
Pitcher take the cannon swab from the hands of her
dead husband and help carry on the fight for freedom.
I felt the biting cold at Valley Forge and
gave comfort to the tired and hungry continental army.
I rode with Ethan Allen and the Green Mountain Boys
and saw the signal that started the midnight ride of Paul Revere.
I was flown
above the decks of "Old Ironside"
and the masts of the "Yankee" and the "China Clippers".
I blazed the trail west with Daniel Boone and Davey Crocket
and stood beside them at the Alamo.
I was carried
through the Halls of Montezuma
and the Shores of Tripoli.
I fell to the ground at Custer's Last Stand and
there were no friendly hands left to pick me up.
I galloped up the slopes of San Juan Hill with
Teddy Roosevelt and the Rough Riders.
I stayed with the boys until it was over, over there,
and was with them on the battlefields of the Marne,
Chateau-Thierry, St. Mihiel and the Argonne Forest.
I saw many of the youths and manhood of our nation
fall and lie still in death.
They had given their last full measure of devotion.
The war was over for them forever,
but I have kept my lonely vigil
over their graves and have stayed to watch the
poppies grow amid the crosses,
row on row, in Flanders Field.
I was raised by five brave men during the "Hell" of Iwo Jima.
I waved farewell to the four immortal chaplains
who went down on their ship to honored glory.
I proudly waved over our troops fighting to keep the peace in Korea
and the jungles of Southeast Asia.
I have been carried to the South Pole, the North Pole and the Moon.
Their Purity is
remembered in my White Stripes;
Their Blood has given me Stripes of Red.
Their Souls are cradled in my Stars
and their Courage Embedded in my Blue
I am many
things to many people.
I am an inseparable link in the chain
that binds men to God and Country.
I am the "Red, White and Blue",
"The Star-Spangled Banner", "The Stars and Stripes",
But I am most commonly known by a nickname given me by a
sea captain, who called me "OLD GLORY".
Ode to the
(Thanks to Linda Sheehan Cunningham for this link)