We took a little time to replace the rigging to our camp flag. I don't remember the last time it flew. I can see this flag has seen some better days, and really needs to be retired in place of a new one. Yet it was not at all ashamed to fly again. I climbed the 20 foot height to reach the pulley in a little bit of wind. Whew. Little scary. But here is a nice poem that I thought was appropiate.
I raised a flag today
A flag with fifty stars
I raised a flag today
A flag with thirteen bars.
I raised a flag today
To honor those who died
I raised a flag today
And almost could have cried.
The flag snapped briskly in the wind
It unfurled in the sky
Its glory rose above my fears
Its freedom was not denied.
The symbol of our country
The banner of our pride
The flag of these United States
Flew boldly at my side.
I raised a flag today
But the flag, it lifted me.
I raised a flag today
For all the world to see.
I raised a flag today
And upon seeing it, I knew:
Above the dusty, ashen gray would rise
The red, the white, and the blue.
