Ol' Glory

Today is the Fourth of July and I just returned home from spending a few days at our cabin in Virginia. While we were there, my grandson and I decided to take a ride up the mountain on the golf cart to a piece of property that one of our neighbors owns. It is a meadow on top of a steep hill, all green and lush with a "pop" of red, white and blue where they have attached a flagpole to one of the trees. It was a beautiful day with a gentle breeze and that flag was just glorious as it billowed in the wind among the trees.

I came across this poem that I would like to share with you.

Ol' Glory

~H. Fred Jackson

Ol' Glory, she's called by those who know her best,

She stands head and shoulders above all the rest.

Ol' Glory, she's called by those who know her best,

Because down through the centuries she has stood the test.

From the earliest of battles she has stood proud and tall,

Always ready and willing to go when given the call

From the shores of America to the shores of foreign lands,

Her stars and stripes waving in the breeze always reminds us of our free land.

She may get knocked down, dirty, torn, worn or soiled

But She will pick herself up and knock off the dust and continue to toil

She is the symbol of our great land, freedom and liberty we all hold so dear,

A symbol of strength, courage and a spirit that will not disappear. 

When all the dust and smoke has cleared and even the shedding of a tear,

Then we look up and see Ol' Glory, the one we hold so dear

She's standing prouder, taller with more spirit than ever before

She's called Ol' Glory for all of us to love and adore.

May we always be reminded of what She stands for.

May you have a blessed Fourth of July...and thanks for stopping by!

Debby