The Flag Goes By
by
Harriet Lynne Agin-Stuhltrager
I placed my hand upon
my heart,
The flag appeared in view
My thoughts began to wander
What had she been through?
She traveled on across the plains,
With guns and cannons booming,
She towered high above the mast
On high seas rough and gloomy.
Then, there were the missions
She flew with honored men,
They would be decorated
When they came home again.
In the jungles of Okinawa,
To the swampy twisted marshes,
Together they would stumble on---
As life seemed to be slowly gone.
They Went On.
(Arise, Salute!) The Flag Goes By. |

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