Stars and Bars

I stopped to observe the blue field waving,
In front of the sun burst morning.
Heavens lights united two hundred fifty points of illumination,
In close dress equally spaced upon the field.
The pure white streamers spaced between the paths of blood,
Leading to the right of the field of blue increasing in length,
As the bars descend from the heavenly lights.

I consider the meaning of the sight,
As I pause to reflect on the beauty of the banner,
As she waves in the morning sun.
She waves to me and says hello.  
And awakens the passions of freedom,
My father's fathers passed down to me.
With inner most thoughts of those who have gone before me,

She may be called Old Glory,
However there is a beauty that transcends and makes anew,
Her beauty each morning when I see her
Sailing in the breeze.
What price freedom,
What cost to maintain and cherish her.
Oh Beautiful flag of my homeland.


©2003 Robert W. Hullender