TO THE COLORS

UP, UP FROM YOUR KNEES, BRUSH ASIDE ALL YOUR

FEARS.

STAND PROUD AND STRONG, WIPE AWAY ALL YOUR 

TEARS.

THOUGH I'M TRAMPLED AD SOILED, ALL TATTERED

AND WORN.

MY BORDERS ARE FRAYED, BUT WITH HONOR I'M

BORNE.

I HAVE SERVED THEE WELL, I'VE STOOD WATCH

O'ER OUR LAND

I SNAP IN THE BREEZE, OH HOW PROUDLY I STAND.

I LEAD OUR PARADES, AND I COVER OUR DEAD.

ENDURE WITH HONOR, MY COUNTRY, AND BOW NOT

YOUR HEAD.

'NEATH THE RUBBLE THEY LIE AND THEIR VOICES

CRY OUT.

NOT A WHIMPER OR WHISPER, BUT A SCREAM AND A

SHOUT!

VENGEANCE!  CRY VENGEANCE! OR THEIR SOULS

NEVER REST

OH, LAND THAT I LOVE, STAND FIRM IN YOUR TEST.

ONCE AGAIN I AM CALLED, AND IN HARM'S WAY I

GO.

I HAD PRAYED STRIFE WAS OVER, NO MORE TO MEET

FOE!

YEA, I AM "OLD GLORY," NOT A RED, WHITE, BLUE

RAG.

I'M OUR NATION'S GREAT SYMBOL- I'M MUCH MORE

THAN A FLAG!

By: R.E Rives, Jr.

Quartz Hill, California.