My Name Is Old Glory

…. I am the flag of your forefathers,

Who created me for you.

I'm the offspring of the first American


On June 14, 1777 Americans from

thirteen states carried me and swore

to never let me fall and tho I have been

tattered and torn they carried me high

when the United States of America

was born.

Americans who chose for me my colors

of red,white, and blue believed in the

cause of liberty and the doctrine that all

men had a God given right to live and die


As Americans struggled to make the American

dream a reality many wars saw me at the forefront

of the fight to set all men free.

World War I, World War II, my carriers chose not

but they fought those wars with determination

and heart.

Those who have carried me and never let me fall

in all the years that have followed the world wars

inherited the love of country and fellow countrymen

that has driven Americans to fight beneath my colors

time and time again.

Americans have long lived, died, and fought beneath

my colors of red,white, and blue though it all……at

home or on foreign soil with pride they have gazed at

my colors rippling in the wind and swore never to let

me fall.

On 911 millions of Americans mourned the loss of

thousands of Americans and raised me high for the

world to see- that even on American soil Americans

still died for the cause of Liberty.

I am the American flag from the World Trade towers

I survived and am a symbol of sacrifice in service, loss,

and determination.

But I am much more …… I am the offspring of the high

Ideas of equality among men that gave birth to and continues

to nurture the hearts of every American living and working

in this great nation.

Burned,tattered and torn I represent the best of all who live

and die the American dream.

Fallen heroes who's dreams will never sleep as long

as one American across this great land has the courage

to pick up the American flag and hold her high for the world to

see it's not the cloth I am made from that makes me special

It the heart inside the man that holds me in his hand.

My colors have been stained with blood and tears, my stars

and strips tattered,torn and burned but still I fly the symbol

of freedom untouched by the flames.

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