How fervently do we salute the flag
That over our fair country now has flown
So many scores of years! It’s fitting, but
This wisp of cloth is not our true defense,
Nor to it do we owe our first allegiance.
For the Lord’s our Banner, he our shade
Beneath whom we can always safely stand.
I wrote this poem this past Memorial Day, after the morning’s observances in our town, and held it in reserve for the week of Independence Day. I had thought of adding another stanza or a few more lines, but eventually decided to post it without further change.
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