
THE
AMERICAN FLAG
“The
stars upon our flag are like the morning stars and the stripes like beams of
morning light. At dawn the stars
stand first. As the sun advances,
light breaks into streaming lines of color, glowing red and brilliant white -
ribbing the horizon. So, on our
flag, stars and beams of light shine out together.
“Wherever
our flag flies, and men and women behold it, they see on it no rampant lion or
fierce eagle, but only light, and every fold significant of liberty.
The history of this banner is all of liberty:
Under it rode Washington and his armies; before it Burgoyne laid down his
arms. It waved on the highlands of West Point; it floated over old
Fort Montgomery. It cheered our
army, driven from New York and into New Jersey.
It streamed in light over Valley Forge and Morristown. It crossed the waters rolling with ice at Trenton.
It flew over General Washington while Yorktown
surrendered.”
The
men gathered here today - and the fallen comrades who fought at their sides -
carried the Stars and Stripes from training camps in the swamps of Louisiana to
Great Britain and France and Luxembourg. To
Belgium and Holland and Czechoslovakia. To
Austria and to Germany.
“The
Stars and Stripes have been unfurled around the globe and into space and amid
the solitude of every sea. They
have led the brave to victory and to glory.
They have floated over our cradles:
Let it be our prayer that they shall float over our graves.”
- Adapted from the writings
of Henry Ward Beecher. ©2000 by
Audra Taft Hendrickson. All rights
reserved.
FLAG
DAY
I
streak across America, its length and breadth -
Running
with the West Wind, whirling with the East;
Howling
with the North Wind, sighing with the South.
I
see America’s flags flying full and proud,
America’s
bunting crisp and stiff and straight,
America’s
stars spiked deep in a midnight square,
America’s
bars lined up like patriots on parade.
Tried
and tested, trimmed and true.
The
dross tried out, the weak tried out,
The
flabby tested and the fearful trimmed,
The
true, the tested, trimmed and tried.
White
bars and red stripes racing with the Winds -
Flying
full and proud – straight across America.
Trued
and trimmed and tested, the dross tried out.
The
bars lined up like patriots on parade,
The
stars spiked deep in their midnight square,
The
bunting crisp and stiff and straight,
America’s
flags – flying full and proud. And
I
sigh with the South Wind and howl with the North;
I
whirl with the East Wind and run with the West.
Across
America I streak – its length and breadth.
©2000
by Audra Taft Hendrickson. All
rights reserved.