Lynn C. Price
Unfurl Old Glory o’er the land of the brave,
To help us remember the high price we’ve paid.
With blood, sweat, and tears, our Soldiers have fought,
Defending her honor, no matter the cost.
The red, white and blue has marched us through hell,
If only she’d talk, the stories she’d tell.
She’s flown over monuments and buildings we treasure,
Though tattered and torn, she’s never been captured.
Draped over caskets of America’s Heroes,
The stars & stripes form a most reverent glow.
Carried with honor by our own color guard,
Her job’s never easy and her service is hard.
We raise her each morning in dawn’s early light,
To soar with the eagles o’er America’s proud skies.
Lowered, with honor, as light fades in the west,
Our Flag of great beauty will somberly rest.
From majestic mountains to glorious seashore,
Old Glory waves proudly for the land we adore.
“America, the beautiful”, we know every part,
Voices in unison with hands o’er humble hearts.
We all stand together when the going gets tough,
Defending her honor, we’ll never give up.
From humble beginnings we’ve passed every test,
Our American Flag flies for the best.
©Copyright August 14, 2006 by Lynn C. Price