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Thursday, November 01, 2007

Faded Glory

Flapping in the cold wind
the grey skies, the feel of winter so soon
the flagpole out of the small house
held tightly against the blast
a flag of our country
snapping, tattered edges
faded threads, lines in the stitching
almost translucent now
How long has it been a sentinel
stood on watch, to honor
to remind, to remember
snapping tight in the wind
waving at attention

November 1, 2007 12:57pm

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